Hello Old Girl

I once decided to join the circus.
The end.

But really.. the circus called college life. Ok now that is cheesy..
Life is hard but I guess I am pulling through..
oh ya, you know how I used to be really bad at writing?
I have gotten even worse! never thought that was possible but I guess with no practice..

Oh the woe of an engineer!

to Much Twitter

My past two post were to short to be even sweet. Twitter has been getting to me..

Here is a speech I wrote for a speech contest which I, surprise surprise, lost.
The topic was bout how the youth change the world or some random crap like that, I swear the topics get stupider and stupider each year

Kids are naïve, they lack real-life experience, and they have not completed their education. And that is exactly why they are the movers and shakers of the world.

I am the first one to admit that I am naïve. And I am the first one to state that being naïve is not a bad thing.

The word naïve has a very negative connotation. Being naive is something bad.

Why is being pure and innocent a bad thing?

Believing that World Peace is possible, that global problems can be solved with words, that it is possible for everyone on the planet to work together.

These are thoughts usually labeled as naïve thing.

Not possible

The naïve are dreamers, who believe that anything is possible.

Is that a bad thing?

I ask you this: how can someone solve a problem that they believe the solution to be unreachable?

Answer is: they can’t.

How many people, two years ago, said that it is impossible for the Tunisian or Egyptian people to liberate themselves? And that it is naïve to think that goal can be reached?

Yet here we are in 2011 with both of those countries free because the younger generation believed.

It is a common misconception that while the younger generations are energy filled bottle rockets, they are somewhat obsolete when it comes to facing reality.

“They lack experience, they have not passed through as many events as us”.  Can be heard from adults when talking about us kids.

Yet what those adults fail to realize that sometimes having experience is more detrimental than not having any.

Kids believe the world to be filled with possibilities and no boundaries.

Yet adults believe the opposite: the world has limits and walls.

Now how did this happen?

As one passes through more of life, they will be faced with difficulties and problems. And at this point they are opened to two choices: fight and try to perceiver or to give up and move on.

Every time someone is not able to succeed in something, they create a limit.

And as life goes on, and as experiences add, more and more of these limits are created. Creating walls around all those possibilities.

 Now let me make this very clear: these limits do not exist

They are only in the mind of the beholder.

Two boys wanted to raise money for Breast Cancer research. Their goal was 1000 US dollars. Their teacher told them that that amount would be impossible for them to reach. That there was a limit to how much they are able to collect.

These two boys raised over 15 000 dollars.

They did not see the imaginary limit that was embedded in their teachers mind. 

Though we must applaud the teacher, the fact he went through all those years of education and still ha an imagination. That is something truly amazing.

Schools kill creativity

Let it be known that these are not my word, but the words of Sir Ken Robinson.

A simple social experiment was conducted:

Ask people of different ages and grade levels to list the ways you can use a paper clip.

There was a clear difference between the lists. As the ages went up the list sizes went down.

An adult sees a paper clip as, well, an ever day paper clip.

A child sees it as many different things: it could be 100 meters tall and made out of rubber, or it could be the size of an ant.

Adults do not have the creativity needed to solve todays issues 

During 1361, about 700 years ago, a wall was built in Prague; it was called the hunger wall.

 Its purpose was to provide the poor with a lively hood after the appearance of a widespread famine.

In 2010, Obama suggested a bill that would create $50 bill worth of new roads, buildings, train stations etc in order to provide people with jobs after the economic meltdown.

700 years and adults are still coming up with the same ideas!

What the world needs is creative ideas, innovative thinking, looking past limits, thinking outside the box, and thinking of the “impossible” possibilities.

What the world needs is to listen to the people who can change it, the people who can shake it. The world needs to start listening to its youngest generation.

The world needs to start listening to us.

Thank you. 

To Dance Through the Fields of To and Fro

Chillin to this song




But American Pie will remain as my number one 'chill' song

Birthdays

I wish my birthdays were always on a weekend. Then it would be easier to ignore the fact that nobody gets me a cake.
emo emo emo

Oops

I just realized the last time I blogged was about a month ago. In my defense I was very busy.
 any ways...

Names can be what they want to be

If I could change my name to anything, at this current time and place, I would change it to Basil. This is not to be confused with the the Arabic boy's name. I would change my name to be named after the Basil leaves. This is because at this point in time and at this place where I am currently at, Basil seems like a cool name. 

Hoping on the Hopless

When he laughed, teeth stained orange from cheetos and raw meat showed, and clouds of breath that smelt of death filled the air around him. Nobody around him cared about that; they all had similar laughs. The people around him called him Dinga, no one know his real name. No one even knew where that name came from. 




bored of life and death and all that is in-between. why is life so like your own? 

Other's Inspiration

When you look at an example of work done by someone extremely qualified, most people feel an awe that leads to an 'aha' of inspiration. Not me. And this is my reason for not posting a post on a blog that no one reads but me, myself and I. Yes, I am pathetic. 

When I read blog posts written by talented people with amazing ideas, I feel so inferior that my mind goes blank and I loose all ability to write. This is double when I read popular political blogs. I am a very political person, yet I do believe that I have never written a post that relates to politics. My cousin is on a list as one of the world's 17 most bravest bloggers. I feel so lame in comparison. 

There are kids my age who are changing the world with their thoughts and ideas. I, on the other hand, feel so out of the loop. And even with all this complaining, I will most likely not write anything very political at this time.

She was a pretty girl, who could easily pass as beautiful if not for the fact her face was marred with hazy eyes and teeth turned yellow from cigarettes. Leaning against buildings on busy streets in the city while puffing away, she would be easily mistaken for a prostitute. She never was, mostly, because she lived in a small town and second, she only smoked when riding in a car.

I have come to the realization that I enjoy writing short character descriptions about girls, in specific, who smoke. I find this weird because I hate smoking and think it is a disgusting habit.

I wish I had a type writer to write stories on, I feel like it would be a lot of fun.

I might try writing a super short story with Shakespearian dialogue.  What can I say? I have fallen in love with Mercutio and Benvolio.

 

My love be with you, wait it 'may' not. Love is defiantly with you because I send it.

Short

For some reason I feel really sad.

I wish I could get away from everything for a while. 
I wish I could just get in a car or buy a plane ticket and go somewhere else for a few days. 

I wish when I go to college something good will happen to me.

I wish that I could go to Italy by myself.

I wish that I will meet someone who will love me, even the me that nobody knows.

I wish I was skinnier.

I wish I was prettier.

I wish I was braver.

I wish that I was smarter and that I was not so dumb.

I wish I could fall asleep on the beach.

I wish my friends would actually like me.

I wish I could like my friends.

I wish I could meet someone who shares all my interest.

I wish I had someone to talk to about everything.

I wish that my mom would not be so disappointed in me.

I wish that my family would love me.

I wish that I was not so weird.

I wish I was cool.

I wish I was famous.

I wish that one day I will look back at my life and not regret it.

I wish that I loved myself.

I wonder why?

Changing Hosts

As much as I love wordpress, I am thinking of either going back to Blogger. This is for the simple reason of that I know how to edit the layout of my blog and personalize it better on that site. I love how easy it is to post stuff using wordpress and how easy it is to edit stuff, but I need an easier way to change the appearance of my blog. I have had a lot of problems back when I used to use blogger but that was two years ago... Worse comes to worse I could always use tumblr :p