Posts Tagged ‘life’

1 Pill A Day Keeps The Nausea Away

September 3rd, 2010
Dear multi-tasking Planet Earth,

Just the other night I had to write my thoughts on the subject of what I believe is the difference between being alive and living. I had instantly drawn my attention to the familiar answer that being alive is simply living at your fullest capacity. After thinking about that for a split second, how can we completely absorb our surroundings and take in the best that the world has to offer? I face this painstaking decision every day. Just little things. Do I go to art club or math team after school on a Thursday? Do I stay after to tutor in math in the TLC or go to the University of Illinois college representative meeting? Do I work more on my colored pencil drawing of a red panda I started over a year ago or read the rest of Rumo and His Miraculous Adventures? By pushing too many activities and plans in front of me, just about nothing gets completed. Sadly, the stress of deciding turns me away from all of those things (and many more in the past) and it is very tempting sometimes to recede back into that immobile state of being at home. I usually look to my laptop as an escape from the plethora of decisions, yet they still haunt me. Do I watch that Youtube video that I was recommended or search for interesting, new music on iTunes? With billions of possible websites to visit, it is close to impossible to experience everything you plan to read or watch online. You become caught up in other peoples’ works and less with your own, which is kind of why internet writing is difficult for me. The truth of the matter is: you guide your life. On that sailboat to your ancient kingdom of gold, you are the captain. Side-tracking happens along the way, but you still eventually head toward that goal by persevering through the rough waves. If not, you are stuck nauseous in the turbulence of the sea. I guess I am trying to say that to fully absorb the wonders of the world, you need to take life one step at a time, which makes sense, right? If you watch television and eat ice cream at the same time, you don’t pay attention that much on whatever program is currently airing, nor do you enjoy the sweet, creamy flavors of the ice cream that you are eating. Life just passes by and your senses continue to ignore it.


The Less Taken Path

(March 12th, 2010)

Dear Car Riding, Gas Guzzling, Ignorant Planet Earth,

I’d like to make every day a day open to adventure. One where the eyes shift around the diverse landscape in every direction, admiring all of the earthy colors and natural architectural masterpieces.  And one breathes in the aroma of the trees and the after-effect of a rainfall to be fully enveloped in the real world. The world that we are provided, not one constructed solely by man. I’d like to step inside a consistently shifting world that shines a cheerful expression at the coming of the following season. In order to fully appreciate such a majestic world, it is really as simple as opening your eyes. What I mean is, opening up to the world around you and using all of your senses to admire it. This, I fear, is something left out of a busy work day: the simple ability to be conscious of your surroundings. A contemporary worker is droned out under the barbaric noise of a Blue-tooth headset or trapped inside a car: such an object that shields oneself from the outside world. As for myself, I feel that almost every day I can manage to catch a mighty breath of the outside world. I walk about 1.67 miles every day to get home from school. This type of activity has given rise to questioning of some students that I am familiar with. They are so used to driving from place to place in the nick of time or at least catching a ride from their friend. I do agree that driving would make the process of transportation largely smoother, but without my daily walk I just feel like a large part of me is left out of each day. As a person strongly opposed to any sort of athletic sport,  I do believe that walking is enough to get myself into shape. Physical education just forces people to do activities that they don’t want to do, so there is little, if any motivation. On my walk, I just feel so alive since I am in touch with what is around me. Walking just leads to this feeling of strength and power.  I feel as though every stride that I take has meaning towards something great. Some days I eventually feel like running to release all the strength I have accumulated from this path, this winding sidewalk that I follow for 1.67 miles. I take it all in: the trees, the grass, the sky, and I feel something that others may not experience on a day-to-day basics. I look at the cars zooming past me and I just ignore it. Not once have I felt any sort of jealousy that they could get to where they are heading faster. I look at them and see all of their suffering. I watch them wait in traffic and I can just feel the negative vibes flowing from their automobiles. I feel like smiling, I feel as though I’m doing the right thing by getting exercise, by not wasting gasoline, by taking in my surroundings. People in the cars that zoom past think they have all the power, but they are wrong. I know there will be a day, though, when I follow in their footsteps. When I get my license and my walking days would just flow out the window. Poof! All of the memory lost. I cherish it now because I am young and I know that at heart I am the champion of the sidewalks.

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.

 

What’s The Point?

(January 25th, 2010)

Dear Planet Earth,

This weekend was a tough one for the books. Luckily I didn’t have too much stress since the finals were over. I felt trapped inside the house all weekend because I couldn’t get out and do anything. Usually I pass the time by playing Dance Dance Revolution. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option this time since I had gotten a splinter from a small piece of glass… or something… that I stepped on. It was the tiniest thing, but I couldn’t walk afterwards since the bottom of my foot would start stinging with every step. On Sunday I did manage to get out with my family though. I stopped at Borders and picked out a new book. Gosh, I can just never get enough of books anymore. This whole weekend I just felt like browsing a bookstore and seeing what interesting stories I can find. I’ve started to look at the adult reading section… I know! How mature of me! I felt so warm inside when I was scanning through the shelf at that Borders in the literature section, thank you very much! I’m just not used to the reaction that my parents give me… ever since I started *reading*. Anyway, the book I picked out today, Breakfast With Buddha, is about a normal man out in the world who encounters a religious monk. His wife tells him that he should go on a trip with this spiritual being to the place of his childhood. I haven’t really gotten that far into it, but that is what I know of from the summary on the back. I don’t know why it appealed to me, I guess I’ve just been into religious readings recently ever since I took religions last year. I had a bad experience when I was trying to read it last night. I was in my bed with my night-light on when I heard my parents start arguing in the room on the other side of my bedroom wall. It felt like the arguing went on for hours… I just couldn’t concentrate on the book. My mom and dad have fought so often now and me and my sisters are upset to our stomachs having to listen to it. They just don’t love each other, and I can’t really do anything to change that. I wished I could just get up and out of the house, but I couldn’t walk on account of my splinter. I couldn’t drain out their noise with my iPod because my ear was bleeding like crazy last night. What could I have done?

With music still as a topic of thought, my life has grown a lot more musical ever since my sister handed me an iPod one day… for free! Recently I’ve written songs that I am familiar with to put on it. I still have to use my sister’s iTunes account since apparently it doesn’t work on my laptop (according to her). So I have to resort to bugging her every second of every day to put more music on. Any free moment I have is one spent listening. In fact, I’m listening to it now as I am typing this during my free period. I never knew what I was missing out on until now! Whenever the idea of music came to me, I would always just shoo it away, thinking that I didn’t need such a thing in my life. Especially with my music-adoring friend, Trevor. In the past I’ve been irritated with any reminder of music because of him. I am sick of his wild guitar and any other instrument he plays.

It has gotten warmer out lately??? I know! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that the snow outside was gone! I stepped outside on Sunday and the air actually tickled my face with its pleasantness instead of beating it up. Apparently, it started snowing again today. Gosh, these little heat waves are so short!

I’m just so glad that all of my stress from school is at a minimum level again.  Finals were… well… easy I guess. So far I am satisfied with my grade in Pre-Calculus and Physics. I realize now that I have the highest grade in my Physics class now, which makes me want to do a happy dance! I feel so honored. For my Pre-Calc final I only had one question wrong, which kind of bothers me because I was so close to a perfect score. Consumer Economics was a real painstaking class. I am just glad to have that over since it was a huge contributor to my stress. The day before the final I had some idea that I had to complete a final project for the next day. I spent at least two hours working on a goal statement as a consumer, thinking that it would have to be turned in the next day. Apparently, I hadn’t received the memo concerning the cancellation of the assignment. The minute I turned it in to the teacher she started laughing at me! I was so embarrassed, yet proud since I had gone above and beyond. I am praying to god that she gives me some sort of credit for my pointless work.

Second semester started today. I just walked into school with a smile on my face. I don’t know what it is, I just adore change to my normal routine. It might not even be as great as last semester, I just love that it is different. In Physics we started learning about impulse and momentum. I received my grade back from the roller coaster project. I got like 101% on it… somehow. I don’t even think that there was extra-credit on it. Spanish was a pain. I’m just not doing so well in that class as I used to. We started off class by talking about what we did over the weekend… and it basically grew worse from there. She announced that we had to start with Diarios again with the topic that we have to talk about someone else in our class. How exciting! Especially because I am somewhat anti-social. She then announced that we were starting a new short story, and lastly that we would be studying South America next. Gee, I really have to get back into the stream of things with that class. I was so excited when Computer Science came up in my day. I walked in, happy to get back into the swing of JavaScript and HTML when I realized that the entire format of the course was redesigned. Apparently, everything I had learned last year was pointless since we started off with a completely different markup language. I was baffled to find out that there were other people who were in the same class as me last year that were in the AP level now. I feel so behind now, gosh! Anyway, I hope I grow to get used to this whole new format.

Apparently my domain will be ending on February 19th, 2010. I hope to pay it again, I just wonder whether I should buy a new domain for my site rather that renew this one. Any ideas for website addresses?

2009’ed My Heart Out!

(January 11th, 2009)

Dear Planet Earth,

This morning before school was quite a disaster. I was worried all morning about the outcome of the Spanish Oral Exam during second period today. Okay, I’ll just give a little background information since I had failed to bring it up earlier. Every year in Spanish we are given a topic that we need to talk about for a certain number of minutes. Ever year as I excel further, the level of difficulty of the exam increases, which brings a lot of stress into my life. Well, this year the teacher decided that she wanted to make everyone in the class memorize a variety of events that occurred in the year of 2009 in the news. I was so worried the entire weekend about completing such broad of a task. I went though memorizing several topics including: the crash of an airplane into the hudson river, the H1N1 virus, the whole Tiger Woods scandal (and whatnot), the inauguration of Obama and the giving of the Nobel Peace Prize, the crash of Air France in the Atlantic, the conflict in Iran with the new elected president, the death of Michael Jackson, the Nigerian terrorist on an airplane, the tragic event at Fort Hood, Sonia Sotomayor and the Supreme Court, the death of the third Kennedy, the hoax of the balloon boy, and a couple of others. I had spent all day on Sunday looking into each and every topic, only to be blown out of my mind by the end of the night wondering which one would be picked as what we had to talk about in class the next day. It was a complete waste of my life to have to memorize such meaningless events, but it was worth it in the end. I was so antsy right before the exam that morning, still wondering whether I had studied hard enough and had realized that I had left a couple of stories out. Luckily it didn’t matter. By the time the oral exam came, all I had to do was report on as many events as I could in Spanish. I was happy, yet also upset since all of my hard studying was a waste of time and effort. When it came time to record my voice, I 2009’ed my heart out. I gave the most dead-on response possible covering three airplane disasters during the previous year, with proper accent, the least bit of stuttering and pausing, and complete focus. I walked straight out that door when the bell rang, satisfied with my effort.

Connor and I were looking at this pretty cool WordPress blog with some interesting pictures on it. Click here to see them. You’ll definitely find something you’ll like.

Macaroni and Cheese!

(January 8th, 2010)

Dear Planet Earth,

I was so delighted to finally come home from this long, dreadful week at school. I have been anticipating it all day and I’d worked up a massive headache from schoolwork by the last period. The walk home wasn’t so smooth, since I had to tread through deep snow on the sidewalks, unable to pass on the busy streets, but I was glad that I even made it to my doorstep. I’m glad to finally get a nice relaxing break from all the stress. It seemed as though as each day went by, the load of work increased. I was pleading for a snow day to come on Thursday, but the weather never responded back. Luckily I had a little break on Wednesday, which was the day of cooking club!  I had been called out of class the day before to answer a couple of questions for the yearbook, since I am one of the people in charge. I was so proud to be recognized; I deeply answered each question they threw at me in order to give them enough to write about.  By the time Wednesday came around I felt like I was in the groove of things, ready to cook up a new dish with some of my friends/ table mates. To my surprise we were cooking an all-time favorite: Macaroni and Cheese!

Yes, Mac & Cheese, an all-time favorite. How rather intriguing that my website and this delicious meal correspond. It sparked an idea inside me: how about including a delicious recipe of my own? No no no… I’m not talking about the cheap, microwaveable macaroni dinners that have a foul taste. I’m talking about a smooth, creamy, scrumptious meal that will cause a group of hungry barbarians to attack and devour it. Or, at least in my own case of trying this recipe. I was unable to grasp a photo of the bowl because people were already starting to take portions from it by the time I got my camera out. Anyway, here is what results when you cook this recipe:


Everyone starts to go after it!

Any delicious Macaroni and Cheese meal is based on how creamy the cheese sauce is. If it tastes bitter, dry, or chunky in the dish, it would be best find a better recipe, such as the one provided:

You will need just five ingredients to make the most gooey cheese sauce you’ve ever tasted in your life!
2 T. Butter
2 T. Flour
1/2 Tsp. Salt
1 cup cheese
1 cup milk

Instructions:
1. Melt butter in a medium sauce pan over low heat, continuously stirring. Once melted remove from heat. (It’s best to do this so that the mixture doesn’t get burnt on the bottom)

2. Stir in flour and salt to make a paste; add milk a little at a time

3. Return the pan to the stove-top and cook over medium heat, stirring until thickened. Once thickened, remove it from the heat again. (It is best to remove it from the heat because when working with dairy products, they tend to overcook very easily, which causes the cheese sauce to come out not as smooth).

4. Add the type of cheese preferred. It is better to add in a variety of different kinds in order to have an interesting, unique flavor. Stir it until it is completely melted

Follow the instructions on the back of a box of macaroni. Usually one cup of noodles is enough to feed one person, so multiply that by the total number of people intended to feed. Once the noodles are done, you can just pour it in a bowl, top it with the cheese sauce and mix.

You can also add some spice to it afterword to give your mac and cheese a kick. I recommend sprinkling some onion powder on top; I just love the flavor it adds to the dish. If you can take the heat, try hot sauce as well! Try experimenting with other toppings, you never know what you are going to find!

The cheese recipe could also be used for fondue, and it can also be used to top other foods such as different types of vegetables. Have fun working with the recipe.

Bon Appétit!

Don’t You Just Hate That? – Fashion

If there is anything in the world
that students care about the most, it
is the way that they look. Every morning the same difficult decision pops up.
“Hey Becky, Do you think I should wear my new sparkly pink shirt? I really want

to, but I don’t know if Justin will notice me in it.” “Oh don‘t worry, girl! He’ll notice
you in that striped shirt you got at Abercrombie last weekend.” Clothes, clothes and
more clothes. The one thing that crosses our mind is whether our new pants or hat will
attract people’s attention. I mean, really! Who cares about education? Let’s all get dressed
up just to impress the ladies, or make sure that the hot guy from history class will notice us.
Yeah, let’s all strut around the most up-to-date, in-style duffel bag and completely ignore
those nasty, mold-encrusted textbooks with images of the life cycle of amphibians or the
reenactment of the civil war, with tables and diagrams of Confederacy in comparison to the
Union. Gosh, I remember that textbook! Remember back in August when mommy had paid
hundreds of dollars for it? The money that could be spent on the latest style of footwear? The
media  throws out      images of “What’s Hot” and ” What’s The Next Big      Thing,” and people
continue gobbling    that up like pigs attacking their dinner. This  is one      festering sore that

must be destroyed. All we care about is whether  we are on the “Hot” list or the “Not” list.
Honestly, the one thing some people are lacking is
individuality. No, I am not saying that we all have to
start wearing completely bland clothing, but maybe
some clothing line that isn’t inspired by the latest rapper
Lil’ Homedawg, with pants that are falling down halfway
between the thigh, exposing the striped boxers that lie
underneath. And forget tight clothing; forget all those tight
jeans and all of the other itchy, uncomfortable trash  that
is meant to cut off your circulation from overuse. Just be
yourself! Something original, something that says, “yes, this
is who I am!” It doesn’t require a skill of sewing to create a style
that matches your personality. If you are comfortable with the way

that you look, other people will  feel comfortable being around you.

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PS: Seriously, Club Penguin? I’m not even going to go into it…
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Don’t You Just Hate That? – Sneezing

Bang! Pow! Kaboom!
You tap the buttons on your video game controller repeatedly. You just have to defeat this one last enemy to beat the entire game. The lights in the room are turned way down low, the blinds are completely down, blocking out any little bits of sunshine that just want to crawl in the room. Time goes by quickly. It is already your fifth time trying at this monster and you haven’t realized that you had just wasted three hours that your mother said you should use to get ready for the picnic with your relatives who are coming over in three minutes.
Mom walks in, taps your shoulder and tells you to come out from your little dark cave and freshen up for the guests. You weakly get up; your feet are already falling asleep. A car honks outside; it’s your relatives and you haven’t seen them in months. You walk over towards the door. The sun is blazing down on you, not a cloud in the sky. You don’t realize exactly how bright it is until you make it out the door.
You feel the slightest tickle in the back of your nose. It grows and grows and you start to feel it is getting harder and harder to breathe. Right when your Uncle Eugene sticks out his hand to greet you, that little irritation blows up right then and there.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
You explode into a orchestra of sneezes. One after another, that little tickle drops bombs of mucus and saliva out of the opening in your mouth, as if it had the power to blow up an entire building. Well, not exactly that kind of power. You wouldn’t go on an airplane and say, “Nobody move! Don’t make me use my all-powerful sneeze and blow this plane to bits of pieces!” But don’t you just hate that? And right in front of a whole festival of people!  They repeat “Bless you!” after each bomb explodes from the back of your throat. You are at the point where you are suffocating and bending down on the grass outside trying to get the last sneeze out. It’s as if you are having a mental breakdown, kneeling down with hands in the grass, just sneezing into the Earth and yelling, “MAKE IT STOP!!! ACHOOOO!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!” Well, maybe sneezes aren’t that dramatic, but that is exactly what is going on in your head when the sneezes attack. You might have to make a mental note not to jump into the sunlight that quickly next time.

Did You Know?
1. Sneezing can also be caused by sexual arousal, thinking of sex, and having an orgasm.
2.
If you have a rare genetic disorder called “Snatiation”, you’ll sneeze after eating a big meal.
3.
It’s against the law to sneeze in a church in Nebraska, USA.

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Edited By Mark Savin

Childhood III – Height

footYou hold on to your mother’s hand while crossing the street in the city. You hold on for your life; it’s like clinging on to a vine that will keep you suspended from the dangers below.  It is the only thing that separates you from safety and the dangers of the outside world: the cars on the road and the hundreds of strangers around you. It really isn’t that easy being such an age. Because you are so short, it forces you to look up to everyone and everything. It is even more frightening from below. The city is like a rainforest. The emergent layer (the older adults) walk through life knowing that they have nothing to worry about; the sun is shining on them, it is nice to feel tall and in power. They are headed of to their high paying jobs at large businesses. The canopy layer (the younger adults) aren’t that high up in society, but they have an idea of where they are heading to. The understory layer (the teenagers) are looking for a direction to head in, they still have enough freedom to wander the forest alone. And finally, there is the forest floor (the children) the darkest, scariest layer where young ones are forced into the lowest rung of society and have to look up to everyone else from the floor. It really is a no-brainer why children love to crawl on the floor in public places. They know they are at the bottom of the ladder, so why not have fun while you can before heading into all the dangers of climbing up? Most people don’t realize it, but the floor is a big part of what makes a child a child. The floor is where they play with blocks, dolls, and other toys, while grown men would huddle around a table to play a card game. The floor is where they learn; like first learning how to walk in early childhood, while people of older age sit in hard, cold desks. The floor is where they have story time, while adults sit in chairs to read. Why would someone at such an age want to use a chair? I remember at school assemblies, they always had the preschoolers sit on the floor while the older kids sat on the bleachers. Remember when you had to sit pretzel-style on the floor? I remember being so excited to sit like that with the other kids. Now that I am older, I am no longer flexible enough to do that again. In music class all the kids would sit pretzel-style and the teacher would just sit in a chair on the outside and instruct everyone. The teacher was always higher than the student. Even now when we have to sit in a chair, the teacher just stands up to instruct. Anyway, when you are young you have your own position in society. Of course you may not like it, or even realize it at the time on account of how much fun it was to sit on the nice, comfy carpet, but it sticks with you, and changes as you get older and more mature.

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Edited By Mark Savin