One thing that I love about going to the neighborhood school, in the slice of surburbia that I live in, is the real sense of community. Walking down the hallways (trying not to be late for forth period) you hear things like how nice the pizza guys at the local hotspot, Renatos.
Or it's sheer coincidence that your classmate's older brother bags your groceries at the
local grocery store. But thats what makes living in small town surburbia so nice. I used to go to a small wonderful private school, but now I really do feel connected to the world. The world is really
small when you look at it closely.
Your relationships with people define your life. Its just a wonderful life in small town America...
Monday, February 26, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Understanding life
In this crazy world we call our own, we keep on having to adapt. We are forevermore lost in trans-
lation. We face our fears, we scale our challenges, we move on from the past, we keep on dreaming
and hoping for a better tomorrow. In general, we live.
There's so much to understand about life. I'm as lost as you are. The only thing that keeps us on the ground is our relationships with one another. Without them, we are nothing. We might just be another lonely person living. And that's what makes humanity and life so special.
We are measured by how we are connected to each other. Stuff happens, but we are still here, together. It might not make sense to you, but you and I we are connected. And that's what makes us human.
lation. We face our fears, we scale our challenges, we move on from the past, we keep on dreaming
and hoping for a better tomorrow. In general, we live.
There's so much to understand about life. I'm as lost as you are. The only thing that keeps us on the ground is our relationships with one another. Without them, we are nothing. We might just be another lonely person living. And that's what makes humanity and life so special.
We are measured by how we are connected to each other. Stuff happens, but we are still here, together. It might not make sense to you, but you and I we are connected. And that's what makes us human.
A thought about my life
Well as I am typing this, it is flurring outside my window. It's one of those days that makes you
reflect about your life. And everything you have ever wished you did. On the eve of Valentine's
day, I sit here writing about my life, my love, and everything that I care about.
There are the moments in your life, when you realize that you don't know where you're going next.
Floating down the hallway, and you wonder what your life has added up to. Its the time of year,
when you remember its measured in love. It dosen't matter how many people fall for you, it
dosen't matter how many records you've shattered, or how good your grades are. It takes some
people their entire lives to figure that out, it takes some people like me, something like Valentine's
Day to remind me.
Love is a very strange thing. Scientists say that its a chemical reaction, and that it is nothing other
than basic chemistry hardwired into our systems. Then again, I always thought they came up with
that after they were rejected the very first time they ever asked something out. Measuring your life in love isn't just a song from RENT, its something that when you really think about it, you know it to be true too.
Tomorrow, I tiredly wake up, and I'll move on. Not because I want to, because I have to. Maybe its
just the valentine day blues, or its just life as a teenager. I'll just never know....
reflect about your life. And everything you have ever wished you did. On the eve of Valentine's
day, I sit here writing about my life, my love, and everything that I care about.
There are the moments in your life, when you realize that you don't know where you're going next.
Floating down the hallway, and you wonder what your life has added up to. Its the time of year,
when you remember its measured in love. It dosen't matter how many people fall for you, it
dosen't matter how many records you've shattered, or how good your grades are. It takes some
people their entire lives to figure that out, it takes some people like me, something like Valentine's
Day to remind me.
Love is a very strange thing. Scientists say that its a chemical reaction, and that it is nothing other
than basic chemistry hardwired into our systems. Then again, I always thought they came up with
that after they were rejected the very first time they ever asked something out. Measuring your life in love isn't just a song from RENT, its something that when you really think about it, you know it to be true too.
Tomorrow, I tiredly wake up, and I'll move on. Not because I want to, because I have to. Maybe its
just the valentine day blues, or its just life as a teenager. I'll just never know....
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Smile, Inc.
Here in the northeast, we have been suffering through a bit of a rough patch. It's generally been
freezing around the slice of surburbia where I live in, but today it was a little bit out of the ordinary.
Today was when I suffered through two hours of dental agony...
My parents, being smart and sensible, schedruled a jam packed schedrule for this afternoon. A cleaning at the dentist, followed by a regular tune-up at the orthodontist. But ordinary, turned out to be an hour long ordeal of scraping gums, and I wasn't even finished the afternoon.
I just lay there slumping on the chair thinking about my life, and where to go next in life. When you are a teenager, you might spend hours thinking about how lost we are, and what is our place here on this very earth. And I was thinking about love.
Every year, around Valentine's day, all of us single people here in the world (which according to the NYtimes, we're in the majority) spend our days trying to surrive, despite the bombardment of messages of love, and of true happiness.
I used to be like, whatever and pass by all the advertisements, pass by thinking about anything else. But you can't escape it. In fact you're paralyzed by it. All is fair in love and war; we live our lives so unsure about life, and everything else.
So, I'm trying to spend Valentine's day with someone special. Maybe I'll suceed, maybe I'll fail miserably, but I know I can try. One of my good friends said in this modern world you don't need to "court" a girl. But then again I'm a old fashioned hopeless romantic. C'est la vie, that's life.......
freezing around the slice of surburbia where I live in, but today it was a little bit out of the ordinary.
Today was when I suffered through two hours of dental agony...
My parents, being smart and sensible, schedruled a jam packed schedrule for this afternoon. A cleaning at the dentist, followed by a regular tune-up at the orthodontist. But ordinary, turned out to be an hour long ordeal of scraping gums, and I wasn't even finished the afternoon.
I just lay there slumping on the chair thinking about my life, and where to go next in life. When you are a teenager, you might spend hours thinking about how lost we are, and what is our place here on this very earth. And I was thinking about love.
Every year, around Valentine's day, all of us single people here in the world (which according to the NYtimes, we're in the majority) spend our days trying to surrive, despite the bombardment of messages of love, and of true happiness.
I used to be like, whatever and pass by all the advertisements, pass by thinking about anything else. But you can't escape it. In fact you're paralyzed by it. All is fair in love and war; we live our lives so unsure about life, and everything else.
So, I'm trying to spend Valentine's day with someone special. Maybe I'll suceed, maybe I'll fail miserably, but I know I can try. One of my good friends said in this modern world you don't need to "court" a girl. But then again I'm a old fashioned hopeless romantic. C'est la vie, that's life.......
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