Saturday, July 28, 2012

Broken Trophies


Michael Phelps just got 4th in a swimming race at the London 2012 Olympics; plus his world record was broken by the winner, another American. It just goes to show how pointless trophies, awards, and accolades are. Sure they're nice, but records are always broken, there will always be someone better. Trophies gather dust, and heroes of the past are forgotten; left in the cobwebs of their achievements for the NEW strongest person, the NEW record breaker. It’s depressing if you think about it; popularity is so fickle. One day you're a super star, the next you're old news. This is why life shouldn't be lived for the temporary achievement; the goal in life isn't the next trophy. It’s about the journey; and ultimately, your eternal destination.


Monday, July 23, 2012

Aurora Theater Shooting

When an evil crime is committed, Innocent lives lost; what do you do? What do you think... what do you say? There’s nothing; nothing you can say or do that will make the pain go away. The illusion of safety has been rudely, but truthfully, torn to pieces. No one is truly safe. All it takes is one man, one firing gun... one bomb, to make people see how fragile life really is. Where is the good in all the darkness? Where is hope when evil swoops down with its ugly fangs bared? They are found in the officer who lays down his life to save others, in the prayer groups that gather to pray for the wounded, in the comfort from one friend to another. People come together when lives are torn apart, life will go on, even when it's hard to see it at first. The darkness may be present for this moment, but light shines brightest in the darkness, and the good news is; this darkness will end, the dawn is coming.

"In the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer." - Samwise Gamgee, The Two Towers

Sunday, March 11, 2012

From My Notebook: Japan

Crashing waves, rumbling rocks.

Splitting earth and sinking docks.

The end is near,

So how dare we sit here,

While the world falls apart,

And people die without a forgiven heart. 

In memory of the devastating earthquake and tsunami that happened in Japan one year ago today.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Squid, Anyone?


I attended a Hawaiian gathering, with good Hawaiian food and music. It was a fun new experience, especially one thing in particular. That was trying squid for the first time. I came to the meal telling myself I would at least try one new thing, even if it looked and smelled gross. So the time came to go through the buffet line and I stuck to the familiar stuff, potato salad, chips. I wasn't that hungry. I came to the end and decided to take the most disgusting looking food in the assortment. I had heard someone ahead of me say it was calamari, I thought it sounded and looked strange and different so I put a few pieces onto my plate before I could change my mind. Back at the table I took my time coming to it, not that I was afraid of trying it, but I wanted a good taste in my mouth first, so I nibbled on chips. I think everyone at my table was thinking I wouldn't try it, and my mom finally asked if I was going to. I said yes and without thinking took a piece and put it in my mouth. The first couple of bites I had to force myself to chew. Up down, up down. I tried to think of anything but the texture, I have always disliked stuff with a rubbery, squishy texture, and that squid was every texture that I can think of that I dislike. But the taste was actually quite good. I tried to tell myself it tasted a lot like cheese, one of my favorite flavors. I laughed to see the faces of everyone around me. I reassured everyone that it was good and that I kind of liked it, but I had to add that the aftertaste wasn't that pleasant, like a bunch of dead fish. I told myself that I'm going to finish all five or six pieces, and I did. But each piece was harder to swallow than the last. Not because of the taste, I'm not lying when I say I liked it, but the rubbery texture made me want to gag. Indeed, I thought I couldn't finish the last piece without throwing up. That experience reminded me of something Emile from Ratatouille said, "If you muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of food possibilities open up!"

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

From My Notebook: Valentine's

This is a poem I wrote for my parents for Valentine's

For this Valentine's I have nothing grand,
 To tell you the truth, I have nothing planned.
 No chocolates or a graceful note,
 That my hands would have lovingly wrote.
 Instead, I have something simple and true,
 Just three little words, "I love you."


Happy Valentine's everyone!


Sunday, February 5, 2012

The End of the Game


I look up from my book; a few seconds remaining on the clock. I keep my eyes on the clock, not the game. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1, finally it’s over! Everyone around me bemoans the loss of their team. I smile a small, mischievous grin, New York had won. I look back down and continue reading.