A thought of life

"Think before you speak", I have heard this many times by different people: my parents, my friends, and teachers. I think this is a very important life lesson, critical whenever I start a conversation with someone. But by thinking before I speak makes me feel like a deceitful person. Like I can't be honest even in a normal conversation. When I want something from someone, especially when I want him/her to change their habits, it is very difficult to say it in a way that will not hurt their feelings: Because no one wants to be wrong, they generally do not want to question themselves. By telling them in an aggressive way will surely not get anything done. It is a mixture of assertive communication and "invisible" action that will convey the message effectively.

Who? Me

I was concieved with hate,
it's hard to exacerbate.
I pray to thee,
don't let me be

The world was filled with hate
it's not hard to imitate.
I prey to thee,
don't let me be

Me

The World

The world is a ghetto.
You may or may not believe,
but must conceive.

A message from the ghetto:
You come and go--as you please,
but don't let it be

The Ghetto

Friends

Last Friday I sent out my first essay to about five people to have them proofread my paper. It was a little bizarre I think. I think it's good to have friends, the ones that you can count on. Having friends gives me a sense of comfort: a sense of security. I recalled my childhood back when I was eleven or so, couldn't possibly remember, I would hang-out all day with my buddies--until my dad had called me home. Oh those were good memories, ones that I will never forget for as long as I'm alive. But those days were long gone, so did my old friends, they only exist in my memory now.

Procrastination

I am a procrastinator: I have wasted the whole day on sleep and t.v. Only on the last three or so hours of Sunday I have done anything. Procrasination is like a cancer, when ignored, it exacerbates to a point where it becomes unbearable. I believe the internet has a lot to do with this chronic disease. Take for example, today while I was working on my bio homework, I went online to answers.com to check one of the term that I had no clue on. Oh yeah, I found the answer alright, but there are a whole bunch of links and stuff that I just had to check out. By the time I was done thirty minutes had passed. Unbelievable.

English compare to Art

Like any other form of discipline, English is no different. Understand how to be good in writing is similar to how to be good in art. In art I have to practice for many hours before I'm considered decent. I think it's the same thing with any other discipline--English for this matter. There are rules that you have to follow and familiarize--to a point to which it is second nature. Not to brag, but I think the same thing has happened to me when I paint: I don't think about the rules, I know it. So far I can not say that I know all of the rule for English--I'm trying though. I have always been sluggish in my mechanics.

Labor Day

Well labor day was certainly fun compared to me past experiences. My friends and I went out to get some Dim-Sum (I think I spelled it right). Dim-Sum is a Chinese restaurant located on Classen Avenue. Anyways, I was stuffed with all the Chinese cuisine that they had. They didn't have much, since we were a little bit early-the restaurant doesn't open until 11 but we got there at 10. Good thing that they let us in. We had to wait for fifteen minutes before the food was ready for consumption. Trays after trays, we chowed down everything like this was the last supper.