tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52260443196902130122024-02-22T10:10:55.691-06:00ThirdCultureKid"There is always hope" - Aragorn (Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers)LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-79683244742920704712013-10-04T04:21:00.001-05:002013-10-04T04:21:26.159-05:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is the most homesick I have ever been.<br />
I have been craving <i>chaat</i> and <i>pav bhaji</i> and <i>aloo ke parathe</i> for almost a month now.<br />
I watch Bollywood movies I would not otherwise (I just got done watching "Baghban").<br />
I talk in Hindi to myself.<br />
I wear my kurtas with my harem pants when I don't have classes.<br />
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This is ridiculous. </div>
LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-46834349649018119742013-07-22T20:02:00.003-05:002013-07-22T20:02:53.408-05:00Kids today<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-7049721292065691542013-07-16T22:29:00.003-05:002013-07-16T22:29:52.265-05:00Uchiha<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This was supposed to be Itachi but it looks more like Sasuke. Then again, both brothers look like identical twins.<br />
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LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-82464933391400048972013-07-10T16:35:00.002-05:002013-07-10T16:35:55.756-05:00Orochimaru<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-23457468147192167652013-07-06T23:14:00.001-05:002013-07-07T01:31:58.773-05:00Rock Lee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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L (talking about J): He's Eeyore.<br />
Random reporter in the newsroom: Who are you like, then?<br />
L: Tigger *proceeds to sing <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJFyz73MRcg" target="_blank">Tigger's song</a>)<br />
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I thought it would be nice to draw a picture of Tigger and give to L. I did and she liked it.<br />
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Abrupt ending. Not enough examples, not enough languages. I still think this is good stuff.<br />
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http://writingfor2150.wordpress.com/2013/02/02/rhyming/<br />
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Opinions. Corrections. Thoughts. Please, share. </div>
LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-61667045721058825602013-01-30T02:20:00.001-06:002013-01-30T02:20:08.807-06:00Class blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As part of my assignments for the multimedia class, I have to blog. I decided to create a new blog even though I had the option of continuing to use this one.<br />
However, I chose to keep this one a little bit more personal than the one I will use for class (and maybe even after).<br />
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My new blog, <a href="http://writingfor2150.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">J2150 Experiences</a>, is also the blog I am using to "build my brand."<br />
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This post is basically to advertise that other blog (use of words creates us vs. them divide; way to go, me).<br />
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Go. Read. Comment. Criticize. Like. Share. Or do nothing. Whichever you prefer. </div>
LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-83870254298584396942013-01-27T15:03:00.001-06:002013-01-30T02:20:24.772-06:00Story ideas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For my multimedia class, I need to come up with three story ideas. I will document one of these stories with interviews, photographs and videos. Yes, there will be some writing involved too and not just with captions.<br />
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My problem is coming up with the ideas. So here is me, brainstorming.<br />
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1. Pick someone from the cadre at the Air Force ROTC.<br />
I find myself very interested in the military after being with Yasha. I have noticed that no one really knows too much about the ROTC program on campus. No one knows much about the U.S. military men who have served their country and are right here on campus. I want to tell their stories. I focus on the Air Force simply because of my connection with Yasha (and Sam and Stark and Lt. Col. Unger)<br />
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2. I could follow <a href="http://cdi.missouri.edu/staff/azizan-gardner.php" target="_blank">Noor</a>. Or her husband. They are both very interesting people. I'm almost sure Noor would not mind me doing a story on her. Plus, CDI could do with the extra attention (even if it is for class).<br />
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3. Speaking of Noor, I could also follow Yuan. Although, something tells me she is much too private a person for that.<br />
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4. The owners of India's House.<br />
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5. The owners of Olive Café (I personally would love this).<br />
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6. While shooting for his movie, Stark found this mansion that is around a century old. The owner is a murder mystery novelist. He (and his partner/friend/brother/someone) is setting up the house to host murder mystery nights where guests get to solve a "murder" that takes place there. This would be a fun feature.<br />
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7. I would follow Holman sensei but I do not like the man, especially after the way he treated Yasha.<br />
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8. Maybe explore the D&D culture in Columbia.<br />
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I think I'm out of ideas for now. </div>
LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-81506992167458639002012-10-26T00:41:00.003-05:002012-10-26T00:41:43.434-05:00Ugh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I think it is the cold that is the cause of this feeling - I am feeling nostalgic.<br />
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I miss the friends I have known almost all my life.<br />
I miss the places I am familiar with.<br />
I miss the food that makes me feel better about the world.<br />
I miss the mother.<br />
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My problem is that I want the old feelings in the new settings.<br />
I want to feel the familiarity.<br />
I want to eat the same kind of food.<br />
I want to have the same kind of understanding and comfort I have with my friends from home.<br />
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I need to lay down and not think.<br />
I need to sleep and wake up when I feel like it.<br />
I need to call up a few friends and just talk without our schedules interrupting us.<br />
I need to eat what I want and not worry about the bill.<br />
I need to sing and not worry about being overheard.<br />
I need a day to myself. </div>
LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-14541649134862836392012-10-10T12:54:00.002-05:002012-10-10T12:54:40.409-05:0019th Birthday :D :D<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I feel loved.<br />
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I feel more loved today than I do any other time of the year.<br />
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People who matter to me went out of their way to call me (especially the ones in India, Muscat and of course, my family).<br />
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Yasha wished me in Japanese x)<br />
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Kathy and I brought in my birthday by watching "Return of the King".<br />
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Moody, Roshan, Pai, Vishak, Lakshay and Venky called. Mom-Dad, Bittu, Mama, Enu Masi, Nima, they all called to wish me.<br />
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT'S MY BIRTHDAY!<br />
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Oh. My Parents gave me this for my birthday. Yasha and Moody wanted to give me this too. They were both upset when they found out my parents had ordered this for me.<br />
Thank you, both of you. I do not know how to tell you guys how much you mean to me.<br />
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*sentimental mode off*<br />
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IT IS MY BIRTHDAY! NA NA NA NA NA! :D :D</div>
LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-74879491643885591492012-08-03T03:49:00.001-05:002012-08-03T03:49:03.178-05:00Another One Bites the DustThere was a bus crash in Illinois. The only person to die was Aditi. I know her. Knew her. I hung out with her a couple of times. I discussed the book "Inheritance" with her. I had planned on hanging out with her more once I moved to UP later this month. She was one of the few Indians I liked at Mixzou. <br />
I don't feel very sad. I just feel sorry I didn't get to know her better just because I didn't like the people she did. <br />
I knew her but not enough to mourn her as a friend. It makes me feel like a cold person, saying it. But it is true. <br />
I am sorry she's gone, but I feel worse for the friends she did have and her family. LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-40261625099753570932012-07-18T16:06:00.003-05:002012-07-18T16:06:59.314-05:00Seriously?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Excerpts from the discussion board of my Cultural Anthropology class:<br />
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: 300;">Also, reading about acculturation made me wonder if people find it to be a positive or negative way of changing. On one hand, if it is deliberate and involuntary it could be viewed as immoral. It could, however, also be viewed as normal change that happens when a more dominating group is put with a smaller group. I personally find it to be positive and just a natural change that will always happen."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: 300;">Acculturation = </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 16px;">the spread of cultural items from one group to another as a
result of sustained contact. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 16px;">For the most part, this contact occurs when one group
dominates another as in cases of conquest, colonialism or imperialism.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'TimesNewRomanPSMT'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">1. If it is deliberate, it cannot be involuntary. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'TimesNewRomanPSMT'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">2. Not all changes that occur through acculturation would be positive. This is a rather archaic example but the only one that comes to mind immediately: if Babur had forced the Indian population to convert to Islam when he became the ruler in 1526, that would not have been a "positive" and "natural change that will always happen". Or maybe you just didn't understand the concept of acculturation well enough. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'TimesNewRomanPSMT'; font-size: 12.000000pt;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; font-weight: 300;">Lesson 7 also had the interesting fact that the Cherokee language was still in use and in "print." It was fascinating to see a language that uses different symbols for expression of the language."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">*facepalm* The Roman script is not the only one in use for the "expression of the language". Get over your American-self!</span></span></div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-52395192051985678652012-07-08T15:45:00.000-05:002012-07-18T14:16:19.599-05:00Waiting. Watching. Listening.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I sat by the window night after night. I watched night turn into day. I only ever slept after the sun rose.
Even though I was watching the road, I only saw the memories that played in my mind. <br />
Even though I was listening to the music playing through the earphones, I only ever heard your voice in my head. <br />
Even though I was aware of the wind playing with my skin, I only felt your touch. <br />
I waited. <br />
The nights turned into weeks, the weeks into months. I continued to wait. <br />
It has been five years, seven months, and three weeks since the day you left. <br />
The music I play is the music you loved. The clothes I wear are the ones you liked on me. I eat the dishes that were your favourites. <br />
It has been too long. I'm still waiting.<br />
I will continue to wait. </div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-80763267858092429652012-07-02T11:47:00.002-05:002012-07-02T11:47:47.116-05:00Don't mind me.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I really miss both of you. I wish I could have made Muscat happen this year, but I could not. Now, more than ever, I wish I was with the two of you. You guys, and a few others. </div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-80112712098404280152012-05-20T12:19:00.003-05:002012-05-20T12:19:40.670-05:00New word!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't how often I will use this word, if ever, but I love the way it sounds: discombobulated<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond, 'Palatino Linotype', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px;">. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Discombobulate (verb): to disconcert or confuse someone. </span></div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-67526958053905700882012-05-18T08:17:00.002-05:002012-05-18T08:17:52.097-05:00JFK International Airport<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wrote this while waiting to board the flight back home from the States. JFK doesn't have free wi-fi which made me very disappointed. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Okay I'm going to jabber away because I have nothing else to do. I'm not reading now because if start now, it'll mean having less pages to read when I'm on the flight.<br /><br /><br />There's a dude next to me explaining to someone (on the phone) how to a find a particular file he wants found on a computer/laptop.<br /><br />The lady next to me sounds like she's whining/complaining about something.<br /><br />I wonder if the flight will be full. I hope not.<br /><br />I'm wearing a Mizzou hoodie right now. No one seems to recognize Mizzou <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial;"><img class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://s-static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -144px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=":/" /></span><br /><br />AAAAHHHH I JUST REALIZED I'M GOING TO HAVE CONSTANT WI-FI CONNECTION WHEN I GET HOME! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial;"><img class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://s-static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -48px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=":D" /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial;"><img class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://s-static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -48px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=":D" /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial;"><img class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://s-static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -48px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=":D" /></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial;"><img class="emote_img" src="https://s-static.ak.facebook.com/images/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://s-static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yM/r/WlL6q4xDPOA.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -48px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; bottom: 1px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -2px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; position: relative; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=":D" /></span><br /><br />The entire Etihad crew is standing in front of the boarding counter. Perfect semi-circle. I wonder what's on the menu.<br /><br />This is the most boring crowd of people to watch. They're just sitting, staring into space. Or they're listening to the people who are talking. I don't understand what the people are saying because they're all South Indian. I can't distinguish between any of the South-Indian languages. They all sound the same to me.<br /><br />There are two ladies who are speaking in Urdu. But their conversation is very sporadic.<br /><br />Everyone in my immediate vicinity has an Apple product.<br /><br />Two different people got a call on their phones at the same time, and they both said "hello' at the same time. It was pretty damn cool.<br /><br />This monologue is boring.<br /><br />How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck would? This is the easiest tongue-twister I know.<br /><br />I just saw a woman who looks like the thin version of Elena's mom.<br /><br />I tried watching flights take-off and land. Not fun. Airports are boring when the people aren't watch-worthy.<br /><br />Watch-worthy. What if there was a written set of guidelines to decide if someone was worth observing? What if people-watching was turned into a sport? How would you decide who is the ultimate people-watcher? Should the people be notified that they are being scrutinized like lab rats with stuff injected in them?<br /><br />I'm not the only impatient person here. There's a guy pacing up and down, sitting, shaking his feet, and then repeating the process. He's amusing to watch.<br /><br />I need to pack up now. We are about to start boarding.</span></span></div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-13989847199204038082012-05-06T22:51:00.003-05:002012-05-07T21:03:59.745-05:00Raindrop<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wrapped in a blanket<br />the cold air from outside on my face.<br />A book lays limp, the page unturned.<br />My cup of coffee growing cold.<br />The stars veiled, the moon nowhere to be seen<br />The trees don't rustle and the street is devoid of life.<br />And the first drop of rain that falls is the loudest sound I can hear.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I think I'm losing my poem-writing abilities. </span></span></div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-27847469162165341992012-04-25T05:45:00.004-05:002013-07-07T01:28:37.712-05:00Heh Heh Heh<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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http://www.themaneater.com/blogs/crime/2012/4/2/police-make-arrest-connection-chuck-e-cheeses-shoo/</div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-74689033800183837112012-03-20T19:08:00.001-06:002012-03-20T19:08:13.789-06:00Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What do I want out of life?<br />
Do I want to live going one week to another, or do I want to plan things out so I know what I'm doing at any given point?<br />
Do I want to live just so I can cross things off a bucket list, or do I want to live doing things if the opportunity presents itself?<br />
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Sure, I am the one who decides how I will live, how I want to live. But I am not the only one in control of my life. I have people to answer to, responsibilities to fulfill whether I would like to or not. Does that mean that my life is not my own? Or is it mine, but with limitations?<br />
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Do I wonder, or do I just let future-me decide when I get to the bridge.<br />
Am I not always at the bridge? Am I not always in a position to steer myself any which way I choose?<br />
Are my choices limited to what I have before me, or can I create choices?<br />
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Do choices follow the same principles as opportunities? What are the principles followed by opportunities? Do these principles exist outside my head?</div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226044319690213012.post-43828597162454167982012-03-01T09:46:00.002-06:002012-03-01T09:48:03.573-06:00Small World<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Small World is a charitable organization in Abu Dhabi, UAE, that holds fundraisers in order to help NGOs around the world. This year, Small World is focusing on NGOs that aid human trafficking victims.<br />
This is a note from my mother who is part of this event.<br />
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We are a group of three ladies who are taking part and representing India in general and Aangan, a NGO in particular at a fundraiser being held by Small World. Small World is an organisation based in Abu Dhabi and they bring together countries( any country that wants to be featured, through the embassy or not). Each country is asked to decorate a kiosk, put up a performance and have finger food (native to the country being represented) at the main fundraiser. But the main task is to nominate a NGO that will benefit from the event. Despite it being the second year that Small World is conducting this event, there are 20 countries participating. CNN is covering the event but we would like someone from India to cover the event as well. The main event is on March 16, 2012 and there is an awareness walk on March 2, 2012. Both the events will be attended by His Highness Sheikh Nahyan Bin Mubarak Al Nahyan. We will be obliged if you can guide us as to how to get the event covered by you.</div>
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"It doesn't matter if the words are right or not. It doesn't matter if the time is right or not. All that matters is whether or not you think it is worth it."</div>
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I was standing in my doorway, staring at the blank white-board thinking of a quote from "Lord of the Rings" to write. But I came up with my own quote. And yes, the idea may not be very original, but I am pretty sure the wording is original. </div>
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And it is true. Because if something is worth it, everything else falls into place. Of course you have to make it work for it to fall into place, but if you don't think it's worth it why will you work for it?</div>
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If it's worth it, it won't need a time to be right. </div>
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If it's worth it, the words will not be as important. </div>
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This poem has been long overdue (background of the poem can be found <a href="http://farawayrockstar.blogspot.com/2011/08/so.html">here</a>).<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">When you dream about</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">your childhood, each scene</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">seems to stretch out</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">before you. For instance,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">when you drove with your</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">dad on a trip through the </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">southern parishes, fields of</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">cotton and of rice appeared</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">without end. A single summer</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">day could last a generation;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">morning swims extend the whole</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">day beside a pool; your</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">fingers papery and wrinkled. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">It goes on and on like</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">this: sugar cone and popsicles </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">and your smelly wet dog</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">onward onto infinity.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">- Robin B.</span><br />
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You have the big dreams and the small. Most remain petty reminders of when hopelessness wasn't a factor. What do you do when your dreams become meaningless, for you, everything about you that you ever believed in, and everything you wanted to believe in? What do you do when looking out the window doesn't make you feel like there's something bigger and better out there you want to be a part of? What do you do when all you wish for is that the world ignores you and your presence? What do you do when you want someone to notice but you still continue to paint yourself with the paint of invisibility? Do you give up again? Do you dare to hope? Or do you let it rest for now, one last time and always one last time?<br />
Your thoughts?</div>LMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.com3