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(an act performed by a person wishing to either assist or cheer up an individual with no reason other than to make people smile, or be happier.)

This is my act. With every sticker I also leave a bit of my love.

Each sticker left behind leaves the chance that it will make someone think, laugh, question, anything. The sheer possibilty of affecting a strangers day in a positive way is enough for me.

right now...
-somebody is thinking of you.
-somebody misses you.
-somebody wants you to be happy.
-somebody thinks the world of you.
-somebody needs you to have faith in them.
-somebody is alive because of you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Open Mind"
_{by Chris De Guzman}


(verse 1)
standing on a mountain
watching the sun set
memories flash back
thoughts I wanna forget
the world around me
doesnt notice nor care
I wish it didnt hurt so much
but life is never fair

you people always judge
always argue and debate
you don't know love
all you know is to hate
you only take shortcuts
patience is what you lack
be wise of your decisions
cause' there's no turning back


(chorus)
open your eyes
and face the truth
stop the corruption
stop poisoning the youth
listen to what I'm saying
it takes more than just being kind
before you learn to love
you need to have an open mind


(verse 2)
look at what you've done
do you see the pain?
you can't, it's bottled up
you can't see my tears in the rain
you take the happiness
you leave me the sorrow
when I sleep I never wanna wake up
I just wish there wasn't a tomorrow

I try to live by truth
you chose to live by a lie
you got what you want
yet, I'm labeled the bad guy
sometimes the pain is too much
I'm punching holes in the walls
but I'll fight hate with love
I'll fight til' hate falls


(chorus)
open your eyes
and face the truth
stop the corruption
stop poisoning the youth
listen to what I'm saying
it takes more than just being kind
before you learn to love
you need to have an open mind


(final verse)
too selfish to give love
too busy to have time
you never even think
can't even match a rhyme
you fight fire with fire
you use hate where love should be
look at the pain it causes others
look at what it did to me

as I watch the sun set
I know the it will rise again
when love finally dawns on our world
that's when I'll say "amen"
we can find peace and love
if we keep hate confined
let us begin a new day
with an open mind...

People need to understand that no matter how much time, love, or worry you spend on someone they will never belong to you and you will never belong to them. I know it's gruesome. Terrifying. Everyone will die alone, and no one will ever know who you really are, which might just mean that no one will ever love you. 

Love, I think or used to think, - I don't know - is just an excuse to have sex with someone. It's a justification of the actions that society says should only be shared between two people.  It's just something you tell yourself that you feel in order to not feel ashamed and guilty to have given yourself to someone.

I have no reason to believe that it's not a real emotion. I've seen it a few times up close, but the constant 3-week relationships that claim it almost instantly just deface the meaning of it and I become jaded to those words. Words, words, words, what do they mean? You can hear them, but can you feel them?

I'm ignorant to that two-way feeling and at least I can fess up to that. I'm not going to kid myself and say I've ever truly felt that and I know that I've said it a few times, but it wasn't true and I'm sorry if I let some believe that it was. It never was and never will be for those few.

The relationships that dragged out for so long with no direction, I'm not sorry.  I'll be that memory of "Oh, almost!" but honestly, I don't see that. Because now, I know what a real relationship feels like. I only think of those past times as empty spaces in which my mind has blocked out completely - except for now that I'm writing about it. It just needs to be said. In my mind, my past is a clean slate. The things that I said and did and didn't say and didn't do mean nothing.

It's right here and right now, whatever it is and whatever it's not. It's okay with me. I don't know what I'm saying. This isn't a confessional by any means - just random statements and confirmations.

 

Tags: Relationships And Love

"it is at moments after i have dreamed"

        it is at moments after i have dreamed
        of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
        when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed

        with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
        at moments when the glassy darkness holds

        the genuine apparition of your smile
        (it was through tears always)and silence moulds
        such strangeness as was mine a little while;

        moments when my once more illustrious arms
        are filled with fascination, when my breast
        wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

        one pierced moment whiter than the rest

        -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
        i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

"i like my body when it is with your"

        i like my body when it is with your
        body. It is so quite a new thing.
        Muscles better and nerves more.
        i like your body. i like what it does,
        i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
        of your body and its bones, and the trembling
        -firm-smooth ness and which i will
        again and again and again
        kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
         i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
        of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
        over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,

        and possibly i like the thrill

        of under me you quite so new

"it is so long since my heart has been with yours"

        it is so long since my heart has been with yours

        shut by our mingling arms through
        a darkness where new lights begin and
        increase,
        since your mind has walked into
        my kiss as a stranger
        into the streets and colours of a town--

        that i have perhaps forgotten
        how,always(from
        these hurrying crudities
        of blood and flesh)Love
        coins His most gradual gesture,

        and whittles life to eternity

        --after which our separating selves become museums
        filled with skilfully stuffed memories

This story is a very touching tale fathers and sons, bravery and weakness, friendships and betrayal. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini takes us on an epic tale from the final days of a respected Afghanistan monarchy to the horrific Taliban ruled Afghanistan of today. It reveals a greater understanding of traditional ways and the segregation of religions throughout this once noble land.

Our story begins in Kabul, Afghanistan in the 1970's. It was a time of change, because these were the last years of King Zahir Shah's 40-year reign as king. These were also the last few years of peace. Our book begins in a magical world where the streets smell of lamb skewers and there are rolling hills with deep red pomegranate trees. Hassan, is the kite runner for Amir. One victorious day, Amir wins the local tournament, and finally Baba's praise. Hassan goes to run the last cut kite, winning. Unfortunately, Hassan runs into Assef and his two henchmen. Hassan refuses to give up Amir's kite, so Assef exacts his revenge, assaulting and raping him.Since Amir saw he ran away, he kept thinking how to get rid of him, because of all the bad thoughts rushing through his mind. His great idea is to have Hassan gone so he can feels better. To force Hassan to leave, Amir frames him as a thief, and Hassan falsely confesses with knowing Amir saw he got rapped. Amir is haunted by the guilt of betraying his childhood friend.

Tags: Great Book

For my personality, it is intimidating to be put on the spot. I am a person that some might call diffident, yet, ambitious. Though this is an odd combination, it has worked out in my favor. I have matured by aiming to overcome my weaknesses and by utilizing my strengths. Taking a risk, for me, means to expose myself unarmed. I often like to play things safe so that I know the outcome. In my childhood I used to do many activices seeming as if I'm a child progidy. After my accident with gymnastic and my ankle, I wasn't going to put myself in risk of injurying myself again. Currectly a junior in high school, I just been studious. Of couse being part of Academic League, you receive teamwork, but it wasn't a sport. Joining softball this year 2008 will be one of the most rememorable days I'll ever have. Having the game at Olypian High School being one of the days I'll never forget.

During my so called prodigy years, gymnatic was my passion to finish my homework and projects right away to get to gymnastic practice right away. Doing it for many years, second grade to fifth grade, gave me feeling to become a professional. I was on the balance beam, just doing warm ups by kart wheels on the beam and suddently as I start to land, my position became off balance leading me landing on my left angle. It slammed into the floor like a speeding bullot. That the very first time I feared of falling. Telling myself I'll never set foot on anything that will end up into injury. Ever since then I been avoided playing any sports as a black plague. Of course in P.E. I had to play in order to get the credit, but I limited myself on how hard I play. Some times when I get so into it, I wouldn't notice and end up having ankle, thumb, legs, back problems. Beyong the issues I dreamed of playing a sport, and always though I would never come around it.

When I sign up for softball I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I had no idea who was on the team, how good they were. The only thing that matter to me was having the oppurtunity to play a sport for high school. I didn't have that many chances to play for the other games because I was truely unexperience and I needed a lot of work. After a week of intense practicing maybe I was ready to play Olypian. I did a lot of practicing to get ready for the game. I started to feel quite comfortable throwing and catching softballs at different places and locations. I had even increased my speed. My major problems would be how controlled I could be in tight spots and big games. The Play begins with the umpire saying "Play Ball". It was an extremely tense game; everyone on the team could feel it. Whoever won the game would be out of the losing shreck in the conference. We played them on their home field. I played my first game and had one of the biggest sensations of triumph I have ever had. I was able to control the pressure and my emotions. It was that day that I was proud to have an oppurtunity to play. Instead of feeling scared when I throw, since I need to practice on my throwing, I now feel a great passion to better myself.

A softball game can last anywhere from 5 to 7 innings, depending on the league, rules, and type of softball; however 7 innings is the most common. In each inning, each team bats until three batters have been put out. The teams take turns batting. Officially, which team bats first is decided by a coin toss, although a league may decide otherwise at its discretion. The most common rule is that the home team bats second. Batting second is advantageous.In the event of a tie, extra innings are usually played until the tie is broken except in certain tournaments and championships. If the home team is leading and the road team has just finished its half of the seventh inning, the game ends because it is not necessary for the home team to bat again.In all forms of softball, the defensive team is the fielding team; the offensive team is at bat or batting and is trying to score runs. Since the game was in a hot position of Southwest maybe winning, we played 7 inning and end up losing by a point. The only thing that matters is we tried our best and did our best.

I have grown and learned so much through my experience of joining softball in junior year. It was hard for me to take such a big risk of giving up my fear of playing another sport attemping to play softball, especially when I was blind to see the outcome. My experiment with softball directed me to be a confidant person on the team. I am proud of myself for being able to do what I have always wanted to do. My future in softball looks bright. I am looking forward to my senior year of softball to win all those games. I am practicing now harder than ever before. My experience has taught me that, even when I might be afraid, sometimes a risk is worth taking. All because of one day. Tuesday, April 29,2008.

    On September 11, 2001; my view of the world changed forever. I went from watching the world with the innocence of a child's eyes to seeing the world for how it really is. 9/11 will forever be the defining event of my generation's lifetime. Everyone I know remembers exactly where they were when they first heard about 9/11, and their reaction to it.

 

"On that morning, nineteen terrorists hijacked four passenger jet airliners. Each team of hijackers included a member who had undergone some pilot training. The hijackers intentionally crashed two of the airliners (American Airlines Flight 11 and United Airlines Flight 175) into the World Trade Center in New York City, one plane into each tower, resulting in the collapse of both buildings soon afterward and extensive damage to nearby buildings. The hijackers crashed a third airliner into the Pentagon in Arlington County, Virginia, near Washington, D.C. Passengers and members of the flight crew on the fourth aircraft attempted to retake control of their plane from the hijackers; that plane crashed into a field near the town of Shanksville in rural Somerset County, Pennsylvania. Aside from the 19 hijackers, less than 3,000 people died as an immediate result of the attacks with another 24 missing and presumed dead; the number of immediate victims totaled roughly 3,000 the overwhelming majority of which  were civilians. The dead included nationals from over 80 different countries. In addition, the death of at least one person from lung disease was ruled by a medical examiner to be a result of exposure to dust from the World Trade Center's collapse."
    The first time I heard about 9/11 was when I walked into my 4th grade classroom in the morning. I was 10 when it happened. I had always felt so safe at home in my city. I felt that nothing bad could ever happen to me. But after 9/11, I realized that things could go terribly wrong and that they could happen to me. I became acutely aware that I am vulnerable all the time. The first thing I noticed was that we had a substitute teacher, which usually meant an easy day for us. But even stranger was the fact that the t.v. was on. The t.v. was never on in the classroom during school hours, so that was very strange. The news was on, and there was an image of a tower with smoke coming out of the side, and the announcer was saying something about a plane hitting a place called the World Trade Center. The whole day all the sub did was have the news on. It was a very sobering day for me, as it was the first time I realized that the world can be a very cruel place.
    Today I look back on 9/11 now, I realize the impact that it had not just on America, but on the world as well. I see how much some elements in the Middle East hate us. I've become more aware of events in the world and how this affects us in America. Every action we make as a country has repercussions across the world, and I think some of these actions are what led to 9/11. Now I am concerned with the future of this country, and trying to ensure that we may always be in the right. I just look back at this horrible day and hope that future generations never have to go through something like this. 9/11 has taught me there are forces in the world that don't like our foreign policy, not our way of life. That people purposely construed the two to make a lot of money and has been very successful at it. It's taught me that for all the bravado Americans talk, a little less than half have no backbone, little common sense and very little respect for our Constitution. The real patriots are the ones saying "enough is enough, and we're not taking this issue anymore!"
    In the future when I look back on this day, I will always remember how the country came together as a whole to mourn. It didn't matter if you were a Republican or a Democrat, black or white, on 9/11 we were Americans. This spirit of cooperation is what I hope to bring back to this country in the future. I don't know if it's possible, but I want to try and insure that there will never be another day like 9/11. Every generation has its defining event, but hopefully the event for the next generation will be something more positive..
    9/11 profoundly affected me in the past, it affects me in the present and it will affect me in the future. Such a traumatic event can never be forgotten. I will always remember where I was when I first saw the images of this terrible day. This event will forever impact what I do and how I view the world.

Tags: 911

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