Memorial Day

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There were horses in our Memorial Day Parade!!!


30 May, 2011 15:06

Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.

I Just Noticed: Time Flies (Summer 2011)

To Curious Eyes:

I was in the midst of procrastination (what’s new? haha), and I decided to open up and check this out. Ohmygod, it’s been so long.

PAUSE: Let this be a reuniting moment that all shall cherish.

So people, what is new in your lives? Let me know.

As far as I go, it’s been lovely and stressful coincidently. As you might have guessed, FINALS (ugh) are just around the corner. The only upside to that is that SUMMER follows.

Ah, here we are again. I don’t know where I stand this summer. So much could happen or nothing could happen at all. It all depends.

So, wish me luck!


I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

Play Life Like A Game

To Curious Eyes:

I was just thinking—and no, that’s not a first, for all you wannabe comedians out there….

Life seems like a game. It seems like one of those games with obstacles. (How cliché, does that sound?) I remember this one game on a Cingular cellphone called “Prince of Persia”. It was a big hit amongst my cousins and I. I remember playing it for hours upon hours and all of us became extremely competitive about what level we were on. But my point of bringing this up was that I remember the obstacles that came up which the Prince would have to overcome. Whether it was an evil bad guy, or a jump too high to make, the Prince almost always got through. Sure, he had to pull out his sword, but he got there.

We All Have To Fight To Win...Don't We?

I think that’s how my life is. There are so many obstacles in the way which I have to overcome. Yes, some of these are major, similar to those which caused a life loss in the game, but most of them are small. They are the ones I encounter on everyday basis.

I opened my browser to get started on my homework, this time it was  the news stories on Yahoo which became a block in my way. Of course, due to curiosity, I am compelled to look through all the stories and read them. But all that takes time away from my work.

I guess I just have to learn how to discipline myself. My dad tells me to set a schedule of everything which I am going to do, and give myself time limits. At first I deemed it to be unrealistic because I do not have a good relationship with the process of setting goals and achieving them. But he is right. I need to teach myself how to set goals again. And this time, I have to stop making them so unrealistic so that I won’t end up a failure.

Wow, what a waste of a post.


I am Perfect. Ha, if only.

Writing What You Think Isn’t The Same As Thinking What You Write

To Curious Eyes:

Writing what you think isn’t the same as thinking what you write. (You might have to reread this a couple of times….)

Recently, I find myself thinking to myself about what I am going to write instead of just writing down what I am thinking. Is this writer’s block? I would hardly call myself a writer though.

These days, most of my writing has been for school related assignments. Writing for school is extremely different from my kind of writing. It’s more concise, informative, and more formal. It’s kind of like getting information and then spitting it right back out.

Numerous written assignments, essays, and speeches, have gotten me to a point where I feel incapable of writing for myself, and I am frankly just tired. This is how I feel right now.

For me, finding words to describe the way I feel would be fun. But these days, it resembles feelings of torture. Okay, maybe that was a tad bit dramatic, but you get the point.

Please feel free to give me advice to get out of this. It will be much appreciated.


I am Perfect. Ha, if only.


Original Intentions

To Curious Eyes:

Hey, there. I see you’ve clicked your way around the web of wonders, also known as the ‘Internet’, and ended up here. My original intentions were for this to be a venue of release for me-release of emotions. But I got so into life, and I had no time to write about it.

But then, today after school, I was sitting with a friend and a teacher, looking at this, and rereading my previous posts. My original intentions came back to me, and I decided I missed this. So here I am again, writing about what I am thinking for perhaps the pleasure of those who are either in the midst of procrastinating or whatever.

Sophomore year of high school’s almost over. WOAH. WOAH. WOAH.

This is going so fast.


I am Perfect. Ha, if only.





To Curious Eyes:

This might not make sense to you what so ever, but it is something I had to release. I had to get this out. If you can’t relate, I apologize. But for those of you that can, at whatever extent, just believe in yourself.

That’s all you do. You complain. You complain when things aren’t perfect, and you even complain when things are a getting better.

I can’t imagine what it feels like to be in your position, but that is probably because I am nowhere near as wise as you. You know so much more than I, but I do know some things as well. Yes, I admit, compared to your 45 years of vast experience, my 15 years of life are minute. Notice I said minute, not non-existent.

You know what would be nice? Instead of bringing out every weakness of mine, acknowledge my progress. In the beginning, your overlooking of my “achievements” would bring me more motivation. But now, your constant complaints, are bringing me down.

I can’t help but feel like this is just another battle that I  am fighting alone. I have to learn to be able to praise myself when I do good. Just because you don’t acknowledge my accomplishments, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.


I am Perfect. Ha, if only.