Cellular phones and irony

I was recently talking to my cousin the other day and catching up with one another's lives as he lives in LA and I live in Hawaii. Before he moved up, we were very close and would do a lot of things together. After he moved, we still were able to keep in touch, but not as often. Anyways, so the first topic we touched upon was which colleges he got letters from. We were blabbering on about that topic for about five minutes, when out of nowhere he says, "You know I dropped my phone in the toilet. Man, I was so pist off." You know, I tried to be all sympathetic and I swear, it crossed my mind at least once, but immediately after, it was pure pandemonium. I broke out in uncontrollable laughter for at least ten minutes and I constantly repeated how dumb I thought my cousin was. I asked him how this came to happen and he merely told me that he was going to go and use the bathroom and forgot that he had clipped his phone to his basketball pants. So, right when he lowered everything, his phone unclipped and fell right into the toilet. I thought he was the stupidest kid alive after that incident. Then, another moment came up in my mind. Not too long ago, my other friend talked of how he dropped his phone in the toilet the same way my cousin did. The only difference was that my friend sucked all the toilet water out of his phone so that his phone would not be ruined. (HAHAHAHAHA) Either way, his stupidity would not be shown any mercy. So, my cousin dragged on for another couple minutes on the phone and I started to feel a strange tinkle on the lower half of my body. This was a sign that I needed to go use the bathroom. So I wrapped things up with my cousin, which dragged on for another few minutes, and by this time, I couldn't hold it much longer. I ran to the bathroom and just as I was about to pull down my pants, I saw that my phone was clipped on to my pants. With a sigh of relief, I carefully placed the phone in my right hand and proceeded to lower my pants. Finally, my body felt as ease as I let everything out. Usually for boys, whenever they hold it in for too long, their body twitches a bit and I felt the small twitches coming along. So, with my body totally at ease, I got ready for twitches that were coming. As soon as my body started to twich, I felt the grip on my phone becoming weaker and weaker, until it was too late! The phone had dropped right in the middle of the toilet bowl and I thought to myself, wow.... THE IRONY! I felt so stupid and ashamed. I stared at my phone for a couple minutes, failing to pick it up immediately for I could not believe how dumb I was. I thought of flushing the phone down the drain but that would end up being a lot worse. Therefore, I picked it up, took out my sim card, which was not damaged at all (nice) and threw my phone away.

Falling short....

Falling short… those two words seem to emulate the type of lifestyle that I’ve been living for 17 years of my life. Falling short, it is exactly what it sounds like; expectations and goals are set high but you come up a little shy of that ideal dream, of that dream you have pursued your whole life. It’s a very grim feeling. Grim… that’s not even an adequate word for falling short. It is something more than grim, there are no words to describe that feeling. Disappointment; nope that doesn’t cut it. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are, yet you fall a little shy. In life, this HAS to be the worse feeling in the world. Falling short means that you are not over the hump until that goal is finally reached, until you finally can say, “Yes I’ve done it!” Yet, how can you reach that goal when you fall short all the time. The sense of satisfaction, happiness is not achieved until that day comes where you realize how far you’ve come. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much time and effort is invested, when you fall short, it’s a very discerning feeling to know that all that work was for NOTHING. Absolutely NOTHING! You have nothing to show for what you’ve done your whole life.
The cliché words such as, “Hey, don’t worry about. You’ll get over this as time passes,” or the “Just try your best. Don’t give up.” These words are very true and the sheer disappointment does seem to vanish after time passes. Yet, for the time being, you still feel the same way; truly disappointed at yourself. I mean, it is better for people to make a conscientious effort to comfort you, yet you know that those words are meaningless and don’t change the way you think. You realize that you cannot give up and you must stay determined at all times, but yet, after a certain point, after countless disappointments, you ask yourself, “What’s the point anymore?” There comes a point in your life when you ask, why do I put up with this anymore? Quitting is always an appealing option and would be the easy way out. After a certain point, the effort you put in trying to reach that certain goal all the time drains all your energy. After a certain point, you realize that this is a feat that you cannot overcome. Trying to vanquish the memories of the pain and sorrow experienced through the sufferings of disappointment is not an easy task. Falling short has to be the hardest thing to overcome, for you cannot easily push it out of your head until later. The uneasiness that comes along with falling short does not make it any easier. The continuous thought of not being good enough sticks in the back of your mind.
However, in the midst of all this disappointment, I have learned from a certain someone that you must never beat yourself over something so materialistic and of the world. Although you fall short, you can never let that get the best of you. Overcoming adversity is something EVERYONE in this world goes through and what doesn’t break you only makes you stronger. We must always make best of the situation presented to us. We can’t feel sorry for ourselves everyday and although life may seem unfair at times, we must learn to enjoy every single minute of it. Setting expectations high to only feel more disappointment; yes it’s not a very appealing thought, but we cannot settle for any less. Getting over that hump will only feel that much better after having failed after so many tries. Falling short, just another obstacle that life presents us with, just another thing we must be able to fight through.

When will work be fun???

Is there work that is actually fun? I mean honestly, is there a job that someone out there in this world genuinely loves doing. People always say I love my job, but do they really unconditionally love their job? There has to be moments where they cannot stand the thought of work. I'm currently working at a small resteraunt in Waikiki and tomorrow will be my 4th day of work. My first day of work was okay and I looked forward to the thought of getting tip at the end of the day and being paid. However, I learned that the materialistic things that come with a job cannot outweight the mental aspect of not wanting to be at work and doing manual labor usually gets the best of me. Going into my fourth day of work, I dread the thought of having to get ready to go to work and being tired the next day. I always thought that people who play sports for a living can genuinely say they love their job. For example, pro basketball players are able to play 15 years in their NBA career because they genuinely love their job right? WRONG!!! Imagine having to shoot billions and billions of jumpshots through the course of a week, and in the midst of it, putting your body through tremndous stress, causing pain in the long run to be unavoidable. So, my final conclusion is that all jobs have their consequences and no one can really say they love their job. I mean, up to some point, people are satisifed and happy with where they are now, but they will come later to realize that they could be doing so much more in life and will end up not being satisfied with their job. It's human nature to always desire more than what we have and to never be satisifed.

Second semester.. senioritis

For me, senioritis is kicking in full swing. Usually, the threat of having half a grade deducted from my homework frightened me and drove me to get my homework in on time. Now that I think of it, that threat really does not affect me anymore. Being a second semester senior definetly has its priveleges. I can miss a few assignments here and there, and although my grade will be affected, the colleges that I get into will never know of those few missing homework assignments that I have. I mean, I've worked my butt off for 4 years now and I believe that ALL seniors deserve this half semester to reflect on their high school career and their memories before they move on in life and embark on a new journey to college. 4 years worth of tests, papers, notes, cycle sheets, textbooks, all nighters, cramming for final exams are all thrown out the door for that last final semester of my high school career. I believe senoiritis is something that all seniors should go through for it is a very relaxing feeling. It's a very satisfactory feeling when you see all the freshman, sophmores, and juniors working their butts off and you can earnestly say, I've been there and done that. I don't have to do that for another half a year. However, senior slump is somethign to be steer clear of. Once you are trapped in that slump, your stuck in quicksand and there is nowhere to go but down. Once you hit the slump, there is no turning back. You start failing a test here, then another test there, and before you know it.. you're working your butt off just to make C's to be able to walk during graduation. It's ironic to think that you were trying to throw a whole work load off your tray, but in the end, the slump has gotten you so far deep down, you need to work harder than you ever had in your high school career for those few weeks to pass exams, get homework and etc.. I plan to steer clear of senior slump and rather, be part of the senioritis group.

The pimpest instrument

For the longest time, I thought that the pimpest (attracts the ladies) instrument to play was the guitar. You always see in movies the guy swaying the girl off her feet as he sings to her simultaneously as he plays the guitar. Therefore, I always considered the guitar the easiest way to get the ladies. I recently was inspired to write this blog when I heard Im yours by Jason Mraz. The guitar and lyrics go perfectly hand in hand. The guitar part is pretty difficult and the lyrics takes the song to the next level. The lyrics will make any girl feel special. Unforunately for me, I don't play the guitar but play the drums. Up to some extent, the drums are a pretty pimp instrument. The only thing that you can't do is sing along some really romantic song while playing the drums. The loud clatter of the drums are not too romatnic and therefore, I've never considered it a very pimp instrument. However, I was told that the thought of a guy playing a drum is very attracting in itself. So, although you cannot play a solo to sway a girl off her feet, you can beat the drum as hard as you can to make sure you are heard to that one special girl in the crowd. Through your obnoxious playing, you try to get yourself recognized and although it is not as soothing as the guitar, it still somehow attracts that special girl. So, I'm going to have to change my answer from the very first part of this blog. I believe the drums are the most pimpest instrument because of the fact that you are able to gain the attention of that special someone and because I play it... haha

?love?

Love. Do I even know what that word means? According to the dictionary, the word love is defined as a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. So, it's a passionate affection for another person... Does that mean love is merely lust? Lust for one another equals love? I always wondered if there was a certain age that we were supposed to have experienced "love". It wasn't until ten months ago that my perception of love changed completely. I always thought that I was too young to love and that in college, I would truly experience what love is. I realized that love is something you cannot plan because you never know when that one special girl is going to enter your life. I didn't tell myself ten months ago that I would find the love of my life. So, what I've been able to prior experience and through everyone else's perception of love is that love is something unexplanable. You cannot plan to affiliate yourself in the game of love. The game of love and the game of lust are one total opposite sides of the spectrum. Both games cannot be played on the same court and the decision to involve yourself in the game of love and in the game of lust are two aspects of life that you need to be very cautious about. I believe through experience, we are able to distinguish between the game of love and the game of lust. I believe the game of love holds the ultimate reward at the end and I know that although it may be tough at times, love conquers all and outweighs the bad.

Storms

Storms. The first thought that comes to mind is Storm, the X-men hero. She was one bad-ass. That reminds of the free-write that we wrote about when we really feel like a bad-ass. Anyways... storm is a bad-ass, and she is played by a very HOT actor, Halle Berry. When she uses her powers, she starts to look she is hallucinating and starts to create a storm. Storms, the conotation given off by a storm: scary, agile, swift, abrupt, and devestating. People are killed in storms, people are homeless because of storms. If I were a X-men hero, I wouldn't want to be storm... Her power is not that great. Wolverine, Cyclops... those two guys have some mean abilities. If I could shoot lasers out of my eyes.. WHOA!! No one would dare to mess with me. On a stormy night, hail crashing down on the roof of my car, I'm freezing, starving. I look at the back seat of my car. I saw two raw eggs.... If i was Cyclops.. BAM!! I would just bust out my laser and fry those buggas and that's dinner. Storm, all she would be able to do in a time such as that would be to fly the eggs around in the air, but she can't cook them like Cyclops can.

The "essay game"

When I try to look for the ssay in the essay, I end up not finding anything. When I step back and let things hit me in the face, I always end up finding something new and interesting that I never was looking for. I recently saw the video "loose change" which described the controversy behing the September 11th attacks. I never really thought much of the incident until I saw the video. The moves give evidence that the U.S. government kept a lot of secrets after the September 11th attacks, and the video went on to say that the U.S. government set up the whole attack. This gave the U.S. government a reason to attack the terrorists and start war with them. THe video gives evidence of how the surveilance cameras of the plane crashing into the pentagon were all taken away immediately after the crash. The government was seen taking out a big blue bag after the crash. There were no body bags after the crash. The video goes on and on and really made me think, would the government do something as crazy as this? Who can I trust? I need to ponder more on this question and I will get back at you guys later on this in my later blog entries....

School lunch

Does anyone remember the days when we had a public school lunch sitting in front of us for fifty cents? If I remember correctly, breakfast was only 25 cents!!! What is lunch now... $5, that's ridiculous. Public school lunches give you way more food than our lunch gives us, which is about $5 everyday. The public school lunch consists of white or chocolate milk, a sandwich, fruits and however many napkins you want. You pay with a blue coupon that your parents bought monthly for about $5. There were times when I forgot my blue coupon and those were the days I dreaded the most of all my elementary school days. I didn't have enough money to buy lunch that day so I tried sneaking off in the cafeteria and planned to sit silently until lunch was over. All I had to avoid was the strict, mean cafeteria whose main purpose in life was to make little kid's lives miserable. I looked around, avoiding her as much as I could that day. I finally let up a little and got caught up in a conversation with my friends on the lunch table. Before I knew it, a cold hand nugged at my sholder. "Where's your lunch?" she asked in her deep raspy voice. "I ate already," I repied back. "Don't lie to me. Get lunch and sit on the other table," she replied back. The other "table"... wow... the cursed words you never wanted to hear throughout your elementary school life. The "table" consisted of the rejects, smelly, dirty kids who never brought their lunch coupons. I hated sitting on that table. I always found ways to run away to recess. They could never control me, I was a wild kid. I loved school lunch back then...

blogs

Blogging. This is something that I'm going to have to get used to. I am so used to writing in a notebook, this is going to be a hard process to adjust to. I'm not used to transfering my initial thoughts on the computer so I'm going to have to get used to it. I think that blogging has both its pros and cons. Lets first start with the cons... the bad ideas of blogging: you run away from the conventional idea of writing in a notebook, transferring your thoughts on paper, writing it all down. A notebook is where it all starts, not on the computer. The computer is used to finalize all yohur thoughts. Let's see... the pros of blogging: you hand doesn't work nearly as fast as your mind works. You have all these crazy ideas running through your head and wish you could just write them as they came, but your hand-writing is too slow to keep up with your mind. Typing is obviously a lot faster than writing so that is another pro. I always tend to miss a few ideas that I wanted to write down on paper, but my hand writing was way too slow to keep up with my brain speed. The most fustrating thing is when you are not able to recall that brilliant idea you had a couple of seconds ago, which sticks in the back of your mind the WHOLE day. Blogs... overall I would rather use the conventional idea of writing in my notebook, but hey, I'm open to change. New things can be good at times... We'll just see how this goes. BLOG.