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Where Is The Love?

(February 11th, 2010)

Dearest Planet Earth, with your many love-struck, little birds,

It’s the week before Valentines Day, and yes, I am feeling a lack of love in my life. All around me people are recieving special flowers from their lovers at school. All around me people are going about their daily love-making sessions in the hallway. I guess I could use the excuse that this event is a great distraction from my schoolwork, but that would make me sound like a hateful soul whose purpose is to break up any bit of happiness in others. It isn’t that I am jealous; I just don’t know how to express my feelings about such a subject. Luckily Valentines Day falls during the weekend this year, so I won’t have to put up with as much of the “holiday spirit”. Just to put it out there, what is the point of this holiday? It seems that its only purpose is to raise the ones connected by a bond of love, while smashing the rest in the dirt below. Year after year, I reflect back upon who cares about me and who I consider to be close at heart and I realize that there really hasn’t been anyone out there for me at school. I sit alone at lunch, I sit alone in the morning on the cold, filthy carpet floor hoping for someone to show up to sit by me. It’s tough. It really is tough to go through a day of classes without having anyone to express feelings with. We talked about conformity and Transcendentalism in English class today: about how hard it is for one to go against the grain of society, which I feel like I am pursuing every day. Emerson says, “For nonconformity the world whips you with its displeasure. The man must know how to estimate a sour face. The by-standers look askance on him in the public street.” Sitting at lunch, I felt looked down upon by the peers around me. I felt like a disgrace to be at the long lunch tables since a group of friends who were planning to sit where I was gave me such a sour look.  I really don’t want to have Connor as a person I rely on. He isn’t there for me when I actually need it, which is why I need to find someone who will care for me that I see every day in real life. Of course, going through every day alone gives me something special that many others do not: the ability to think for myself. I develop my own beliefs and causes at school which make me stand out as a unique character. Emerson continues by saying, “The great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.” As I continue to battle the common day’s conflicts, I remain strong and continue uninfluenced by the harsh tone of my surroundings.

When asked about what I will be planning to do on this upcoming holiday, all I have to say to respond is that I will do as I normally do any other day. I might even hang up some banners for Presidents Day to celebrate the 15th. After browsing the many exotic weblogs on WordPress, I have located one that demonstrates my feelings about such a “Valentines Day” that our society has grown to adopt. Click Here.


Childhood I – Memories

A Collaborate Post
By Clonez and Connor


Waking up every day at six in the morning. Tired; just want to crawl back in bed.
Running to the bus-stop. Lazy; feeling half asleep.
Rushing that quarter mile to get to the other side of the school. Forgot one of my books.
Sitting in class drooling on desk. Seats as hard as cement. Third lecture today.
Watching cars zoom by out the window. Daydreaming away.

What was it like again to be a child? If you could be a kid for just another day, what would you do? Some people take being young for granted. When you’re young, you wanted to grow up to have the same privileges as an adult: to go to work just like daddy used to do or to go shopping just like mommy used to do, so you try to act older than you really are. Then there are some who live their childhood to its fullest. They go to the park, ride their bikes, play with friends, and eat lots and lots of ice cream. This is the type of person who usually ends up with plenty of memories to look back on when they are older.  Being in high school, I feel I am running out of those final days to live my life to it’s fullest. I am torn between the two worlds of childhood and adulthood. I can envision my friends tugging on my left arm and teachers and parents tugging at my right arm.

Making Friends

Being a child, I definitely remember how easy it was to make friends. Common interests are so easy to locate when you are little. Another thing is that there isn’t any judgment that takes place. You don’t have to be more popular or more pretty/handsome. I remember going to the beach by my old house.

I see a small boy playing in the sand with a shovel and bucket.
“Can I play with you?” I said.
The boy says, “Sure,” in such a kind way.

We both start digging in the sand together, having fun.
We watch the waves rush by and surround our castle we built out of shells, rocks and sand.

*>>Fast Forward 10 years>>*

I see a teenage guy playing beach volleyball with some friends.
“Can I play with you guys?” I said.
The guy says, “Who the f*ck are you? Get the h*ll out of here!”
I walk away with my head lowered, kicking sand.

Making friends is tough when you are older. Before, it took only about 2 seconds to become friends when you were five. It could take 2 months to become friends when you are fifteen. Being young, you aren’t judged by your personality or the way that you look or who you hang out with. Being older, those is the only things you are judged by.

Pooh and P’u

I decided to take Religions of the East last semester in High School. Probably the religion that spoke to me the most was Taoism. Taoism emphasizes acting like a child; going off on adventures to places in your wildest imagination. One thing I remember the most is the concept of Wu Wei, or effortless action. It doesn’t necessarily mean being lazy, but when you are a kid, you just go with the flow, you don’t try to have fun, like adults may try to do. Instead, you just have fun. You go and ride that bike and see where it takes you. Instead of riding a bike to a certain destination, you let that bike take you anywhere. When you want to dance, you just dance  anyway you want to. You don’t try hard to follow some choreographed dance routine. Adults try and push that circle peg into the square opening. They want everything to come out the way that they want it (the idea of being perfect) and go against the laws of nature. The final idea that Taoism taught me is the idea of P’u. If you have P’u, it means that your identity hasn’t been affected by anyone else. There isn’t any outside influence to make you act a certain way.  You don’t try and fit in with another group. Instead you just be yourself. As a kid, you are who you are in your natural state. Most adults say that children haven’t found out who they are yet and they need to try new things, but that is how you start to carve that uncarved block, forcing yourself to fit in with the wrong crowd.

Where does Pooh come into play, you may ask? Well, Winnie The Pooh is the perfect example of a fictional character who still has P’u. Winnie The Pooh is like the hero of childhood. I used to read all of the books about him when I was little and watch all of the movies. Growing up with classic Disney movies is something that I remember deeply from my own childhood. I’m not talking about any of the recent ones with twisted plotlines meant for older viewers. I’m talking about movies such as The Lion King, Toy Story, Alice In Wonderland, Aladdin, Lady and The Tramp or The Jungle Book: all stories that have messages behind them. I don’t think anyone is going to learn something from watching The Shaggy Dog, or something like that. Anyway, I hadn’t realized that Winnie The Pooh was closely connected with Taoism. Those classic Disney movies were something that you could remember for years to come and reflect back on.

Another classic Disney Storyline that reminds me of my childhood was Peter Pan. The whole idea of escaping from the adult run world really drew my attention when I was little. I would always fantasize about running away to a world where you could just be a child and get away from the stress of growing up. Then there was always Captain Hook who came in to ruin all of the diversion of being young, representing the message, “It’s time to grow up and face the real world now.”


Psychic spies from China / Try to steal your mind’s elation / Little girls from Sweden / Dream of silver screen quotations / And if you want these kind of dreams / It’s Californication. The first verse of the ever-popular song, Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Not important, right? Wrong. This song has to have had the biggest impact on my childhood more than any other media whatsoever. This song came out in 1999. I was five years old at the time. Like 60% of my extended family lived in Arizona at the time. One crystal clear memory was driving home in the dark from my aunt’s house in Cave Creek (which then was in the middle of nowhere) with my mom, dad, and 2 or so year old sister. Californication played on the radio and I sung along with the *entire* song. Afterwards, my mom asked, “did you sing that entire song?” I replied with a single word. Yes. Nowadays, whenever I am in the car with my mom, A Red Hot Chili Peppers song plays on the radio. Whenever I hear their music, I am instantly zapped back to the early 2000’s and listening to them at family gatherings around my pool. It’s fantastic to feel so young again, even if I am in fact only fourteen.


I grew up in Chicago for the first  ten years of my life, and so the backyards are tiny and there isn’t a single blade of grass in the ground. Instead there was just a cramped up patio, an even more cramped up garden area, and a set of lawn chairs. In the summer, I remember every year my mom would bring out that kiddy pool that was propped up against the wall. I would watch my parents spend hours filling up this half  foot deep pool with a huge hose that ran from the heater in the front of the house all the way to the backyard. The only thing me and my sisters ever did in that backyard was go swimming in the summer. Other than that, it was not put to use. So here we are, sitting in this tiny “puddle” of a pool. My parents would bring out some Popsicles; the kind that changed color as you licked off a layer. I love it that you don’t have to be a clean freak when you are little. When I was young, I had no idea what a “germ” was. Now that I am fifteen, I just try to stay out of the way of anything I find to be dirty. Anyway, what we did was dip our popsicles in the water that we “swam” in and lick it. I do not remember the reason why, and I didn’t understand at the time why my parents always told us to stop, but now that I think about it, it was rather disgusting. We would also drink from the water that we swam in when we were thirsty. Also, I didn’t understand why my dad was so mad when we started crawling on the floor of public places until I was older. Growing up, I started to expand my fear of germs. When I was little, I would just ignore it, but now it’s like I can’t go around without a bottle of Purell with me. Sometimes it’s hard to learn things when you get older. There are lessons you don’t want or need to know about, such as the idea that there are foods that are bad for you. I know that there is a problem with obesity in America, but why can’t a kid just eat what he or she wants and enjoy it while you can? There is not reason why I should see someone eat a salad at age five. It’s just unheard of and rather sad, because the person is missing out on the greatest gift of youth: candy.


I remember my parents spent quite a long time looking for a babysitter to watch us when they went out. There was this one babysitter I remember, she had a Russian accent and always wore some foul smelling perfume. I think her name was Olga, or something. Anyway, whenever she stopped over, she treated us in a strict manner. She made us eat our vegetables, clean up our dinner afterward and go to bed early if we disobeyed. I remember complaining to my parents when they came back home. I still don’t know where the heck they could be going at night. I never understand that late night “adult business” that goes on. It turns out that we got her fired, thankfully. She was such a nightmare. During the time in search for a babysitter, my cousin Jeff would come over and take care of us. He would always come with an arts and craft project for us to do. He was just loads of fun to be around, we would run up to him and hug him whenever he stopped by. My parents finally ended their search and found a nanny for us. She was a plump, African American lady named Reece. She would come over and do housework and take care of us. Me and my sisters all loved her when we were little. She knew all of the friends of our family and took us to the park by our house.  I always loved that park. Every time we went we would see one of my sisters friends or one of my friends there. Reece would say, “Hey there! Nice to see you again!” and this would happen a couple of times a week. The park was just so peaceful. We would play there for hours straight and get tired and come right back home. I remember the block party every year called “Sutton Fest.” There was a DJ that came and all of the smaller kids in the neighborhood would come over and dance. Reece knew them all; I still don’t know how she can know all these people. There was a hula hoop contest, a dunk tank, and even a fire truck that would come in. Reece would watch from the side laughing an clapping to the music. I still remember her laugh; you could tell it was her even if you heard it from across the room. Now that we are older and have moved, she stopped coming over every day and now comes once a year.
Reece would come over every once in a while and say, “My have you grown, boy!”
I would tell her, “Oh no, I stopped growing over a year ago.”
She would say, “No, you are gunna get taller like your Daddy.”
“I will?” I asked. Turns out I did.

I, Connor, have some babysitter stories as well. However, mine contrast greatly against Clonez’s memories. Before my younger sister (3-4 years depending on the time of year) was born, my mom hired a Ukranian babysitter who was 20 something named Rita. I LOVED Rita. She was really, really cool. She even let me eat raw hawt dawgs, something my mom never ever allowed. I am not sure why we fired Rita, but we did. Perhaps it was that she moved away or something. But whatever. That was 11 years ago. When my sister came around, my parents changed babysitters every couple of times. Sometimes they would hire one again and again, and othertimes I had a babysitter one Saturday night and that was it. Every single Saturday around six o’clock, my parents would go out on “date night.” I remember one night in particular telling my mom she looked pretty in her red dress and high heels. I also didn’t know what they did together or why. I just knew when they got home, they’d tip toe into my room and kiss me and tell me they were home, because I never used to be able to sleep well without them home. I can remember two other babysitters of mine. One was named Emily, and she was thirteen at the time. Gosh, she must be graduated from college by now… Anyway, Emily was my favorite. Sometimes, my mom would drop my sister and I off at Emily’s house to be babysitted, but other times, the three of us would hop in the car while my dad was getting ready, and go pick Emily up. One real memory I have is of going to pick her up and ringing her doorbell. She had on a green scarf with stripes on it. After we arrived at my home, I cooked myself a Kid’s Cuisine. Hahah, those were yum yum. Emily would stay up with me and read me books like “If you give a mouse a cookie,” etc. Like Clonez, I also had a babysitter that I DESPISED. Her name was McClain, however that weird name is spelled. I remember she was how should I say it…. voluptuous. One night, I got out of bed and walked through the living room to the kitchen because I was thirsty. And there McClain was, sitting on the floor eating the ranch flavored Doritos drinking out of the gallon jug of milk. Our family’s jug of milk. BUSTED. My sister and I didn’t have to put up with McClain much more after that. My family still makes fun of her on rare occasions. Har har. Although she did show me a really tasty Mexican restaurant.

There are many aspects of childhood that Clonez and myself haven’t touched on, but we will. Just you wait and see! Childhood isn’t just a word. It was an experience. Memories. Adventures. Discoveries. Time to be ourself and not be judged by others. Time to be honest. Time to be carefree. Time to wear pullups and learn to use that magical invention called a toilet. No… childhood isn’t just a word, it’s a major era of your life. See you next time.. (;


The Real Deal On Advertising VI

Hello everyone! This is Clonez, administrator of It is finally the weekend, and I feel that I might as well pack this weekend with consecutive posting.  Happy reading! 🙂


“The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it’s the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friend.” This quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson explains how important trust is in a relationship. There are probably people in your life that you feel like you can trust on for everything. You feel safe letting the person guard something special of yours, like a secret. You feel like you can give special opportunities to that person that you can give no other. This might be the person who you can trust to print out those pages of your science report if your printer is broken or the person who you turn to when you are having a problems at home with your parents. This is the person who will help you study for that massive test in history class.  It takes a long time for this trust to build up and for the person to become one of your best friends. You would not feel comfortable asking one of these favors to someone you do not trust, which is what makes the spark of friendship so strong and influential. Just like the magic of friendship is so powerful, the magic of trusting a brand name in advertising is also powerful. Although it may not sound so strong at the start, it is very important to have a brand that you trust on.


Remember those days back when you sat in mommy’s shopping cart at the grocery store? You would watch mommy pick out the same Bounty brand paper towels, Kleenex tissues, Kellogg brand cereals, and Minute Maid juice boxes. Do you ever wonder why mommy always bought the same brand and she didn’t even bother buying Puffs tissues? The reason is because she has built a trust in certain brands. She feels comfortable buying certain brands because the other ones she finds are not worth it. This may be because of price, quality, quantity and other factors. Another reason why a person may buy a trusted brand is because their parents used to always buy that certain brand. It may not sound like much, but people are influenced by what their parents might have bought. Eventually, the whole family joins in and buys that certain brand. It just becomes an instinct to buy it. So don’t worry if mommy tells you that you can’t have those Lunchables snack packs. She just doesn’t have a strong trust for that brand because it is unfamiliar to her. There are some brands there have a world-wide trust because they just appear on almost every product. I am talking about those generic brands that do not have any part in this fight. For example, I know that the brand, Kirkland Signature has a wide variety of different products ranging from stainless-steel grills to medicines. The Kirkland Signature brand is trusted by almost everyone.


In some ways, the trust in advertising might be because of the mixed messages that “everyone’s doing it.” What exactly am I talking about? Well, if you see a crowd of people around some store at the mall, what would you instinct be? I know most people would just go over there to find out what all of the commotion is about. You get the idea that, because everyone else is doing it, why can’t I join in? Probably the most famous example of this is the Verizon Wireless commercials. I remember seeing them on the television: the same dorky man in the square glasses with a large festival of people behind him. That man is a huge icon of the company because he speaks well when we wants to tell people “everyone’s doing it”. Usually these types of commercials try and touch the heart more than the person’s sense of humor. They don’t try to make a joke of other products, like the advertisement with the old turtle couple named the Slowsky’s in the Comcast commercials. Instead, they try and obtain your emotional appeal and personal appeal. It is like those insurance advertisements. They want to leave a good impression that they are a nice group of people who are there to help you. They are also trying to show that they are honest, loving, caring people who will understand you. Although it may be quite boring to watch one on the television, these insurance advertisers are trying to touch your heart and make you start the first steps towards a new trust bond between you and the company.


There are some brands have have become quite a controversy among different families. These are the types of brands that completely clash with each other and there really isn’t a brand that dominates. Do you know what I’m talking about? I’m talking about the Mac versus PC. I’m talking about the Coke versus Pepsi. Let us start out by taking apart the controversy among Macs and PC’s. You may be thinking, “Oh, of course Macs are better!” or “Obviously PC’s are number one!” Well, it is quite impossible to tell which one dominates over the other. In fact, they are both very good computer systems and they both have their own set of flaws that make them both different. In Western Religions class in High School, our class was assigned to read through some pages in the book To Life! by Harold Kushner. We had just started studying Judaism, and I just found out from the reading that there is a part that has to do with this topic of trust. In the book it says, “We love Israel not because it is perfect, but because it is ours. We love our parents not because they are better parents than anyone else has, but because they are our parents. They gave us life and nurtured us. And we love Judaism not because we have examined its theological postulates and found them compelling and valid, but because it is ours.” What this reading is trying to say is that the reason we choose to buy a product that we trust is because we have grown up trusting it; it has gone through many generations in the family. It really is as simple as that. There is nothing better or worse than the one that we trust in. We just use the product because it is “ours” in a way. It is okay if people like one over the other because that is the one that they trust. That is one of their trusted brands when it comes to buying a computer because the person has grown up in a family that praises and uses a particular brand. Please, don’t even think about convincing another person to switch to the other. It just isn’t right because a person can not switch after many generations of getting used to the particular system. For example, if you are a Mac family, then you certainly are not going to get very far buying a PC computer for your house. I know my family uses solely PCs; I am not used to not having a right click feature on the Macs because I have adapted to using it so much on my PC.


Lastly, I feel like I need to end the Coke versus Pepsi controversy. Like stated before, they are both very good brands and it does not matter which one you drink. In fact, people really can not tell a difference between the two of them because the taste is basically the same. There was a science fair at my old school once. Those old fashioned ones with the Styrofoam display boards all over the place. One of the groups did a taste test between Coca-Cola and Pepsi; it turned out that not many people could tell the difference between the two tastes. I just thought that was kind of interesting. I know my family has grown up drinking Coca-Cola products. My dad is obsessed with Coca-Cola so much that he collects old advertising memorabilia from the company. If he hadn’t stopped collecting them, I swear it would have gotten to the point where I would get a scolding if I came home carrying a Pepsi bottle. The soda you drink really depends on the family that you have grown up in. For my dad, Coca-Cola, for the most part, is carried on by generations. My family has built the strongest trust in Coca-Cola products – more than any other soda. No matter where we are out in public: at Target, Walgreens, the grocery, my family always chooses to purchase a Coca-Cola products. I will talk more about Coca-Cola in my next post. But for now, I just want to say that.


Trusted brands are really a good thing to have in a society like this. By having a trusted brand of everything, you do not need to spend all of that time testing out which product you think is the best. For example if you want to order pizza, you go straight for the telephone and get that delivery from Domino’s Pizza, or Papa Johns or whatever place you like. You don’t go to the yellow pages and randomly choose a pizza place to order from. By knowing your trusted brand, you get the right product for you and you trust that it is going to work completely and be satisfactory.