but I really rather not.
always a mess
sometimes a coder .. sometimes a baker .. always a mess
Monday, January 28, 2013
Friday, October 19, 2012
Better Luck Next Time
I am messy
nothing you try to do will change that
and stop complaining about picking up after me
I never asked you to
saying that you tried to help me be more neat
is a stupid thing to say
my mother has been trying to fix me for years
I am stuck this way
and the thing is you are nearly as bad as me
you just are not aware of yourself
or you blame it on me
I know what is my mess and what is not
what is the difference between shoving you shit in corners or boxes
and you forget about it
or leaving it out to remind you to do it
I'll give you that the first one looks better
but the second one forces you to actually get shit done
and the thing is
you knew what you were getting into
I did not pretend to be someone else
so this situation is different than the previous one I was in
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Application
Why are you interested in being a part of the PRISM board?
150 words ..
-- I have always been interested in ..
-- What attracted me to PRISM originally was the idea of being a part of the religious life at Penn and having the ability to connect with people from all different religions. This reason changed once I learnt about all the outreach programs and activities PRISM hosts. I have always been an advocate for learning about other religions and teaching others to respect different religions and cultures. I am interested in being a part of that here at Penn.
150 words ..
-- I have always been interested in ..
-- What attracted me to PRISM originally was the idea of being a part of the religious life at Penn and having the ability to connect with people from all different religions. This reason changed once I learnt about all the outreach programs and activities PRISM hosts. I have always been an advocate for learning about other religions and teaching others to respect different religions and cultures. I am interested in being a part of that here at Penn.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Stress Relief
Ok, I need to start writing again.. at least as a form of stress relief
or to get my writing better .. tralalalala ..??
Ok.. ok.. how about this:
What is going on in my life?
1) I am a freshman at the University of Pennsylvania (not the molesting party school but the Ivy League)
2) I am studying computer science
3) I am probably might fail some of my classes --> oh my god !! look at that redundancy !! probably and might !!
What is my writing coming too?!
Now lets try this:
Once upon a time not so very long ago, at least by the standards of the never aging witches, in a land not so far away, by the standards of the man with the seven-league boots, a girl named Minny lived in a little house on the outskirts of an old city. The city was over-packed with people spilling out of every nook and alleyway that you could technically consider even the outskirts to part of the city. And because of how crowded it was, houses were built on top of each other, to get to one you had to climb up stairs that were buit along the outside of the buildings. During a good day and if you were young and in health, this was never a problem, but when the wind picked up, the stairs would creak and moan, swaying more than slightly in the wind.
Minny lived very near the top of one of these piled up house towers. Her house was very small with only two rooms and a little bathroom. But that was not a problem; Minny only lived with her cat, Princess. Minny really wanted a dog but dogs could not make it up and down the steps as easily as a person or a cat could.
and that is all I have for now
or to get my writing better .. tralalalala ..??
Ok.. ok.. how about this:
What is going on in my life?
1) I am a freshman at the University of Pennsylvania (not the molesting party school but the Ivy League)
2) I am studying computer science
3) I am probably might fail some of my classes --> oh my god !! look at that redundancy !! probably and might !!
What is my writing coming too?!
Now lets try this:
Once upon a time not so very long ago, at least by the standards of the never aging witches, in a land not so far away, by the standards of the man with the seven-league boots, a girl named Minny lived in a little house on the outskirts of an old city. The city was over-packed with people spilling out of every nook and alleyway that you could technically consider even the outskirts to part of the city. And because of how crowded it was, houses were built on top of each other, to get to one you had to climb up stairs that were buit along the outside of the buildings. During a good day and if you were young and in health, this was never a problem, but when the wind picked up, the stairs would creak and moan, swaying more than slightly in the wind.
Minny lived very near the top of one of these piled up house towers. Her house was very small with only two rooms and a little bathroom. But that was not a problem; Minny only lived with her cat, Princess. Minny really wanted a dog but dogs could not make it up and down the steps as easily as a person or a cat could.
and that is all I have for now
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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!
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!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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
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
But American Pie will remain as my number one 'chill' song
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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
emo emo emo
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Oops
I just realized the last time I blogged was about a month ago. In my defense I was very busy.
any ways...
any ways...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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.
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