I love music. It's not that I like any paticular group or style. It's the way the music makes me feel. Sometimes I want to get up and make a fool of myself dancing, and sometimes I want to meditate on what has transpired in my life. Either way, I love music. I want to hear your inner cry out for more... I want to hear what makes your world go round. So if you ever ask me what my favorite song, group, or style is, I won't give a straight answer. It depends on my mood and what I feel like doing at that moment. I have preferences, but that is the extent of my favorites.
"Oh Saya" from Slumdog Millionare
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHUQht1HRmY&feature=related
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Awkward Distance
Have you ever been walking to school, the store, or anyplace really and there was someone behind you walking in the same direction? At some point, you have to go through a door, a gate, or some semipermeable barrier. Naturally you would hold the door open for that someone as an act of kindness; just to be polite. But what if the distance is awkward? The distance I am speaking of is the one where the person following too far behind or they just start to walk slower than before. This distance has always been a mystery and it never fails to embarrass me.
When the distance is awkward, you have to decide if you want to wait for the person or just leave them behind. In my case, it's never the same answer. When I hold the door open and wait for the person, they usually give me a look that expresses their being offended that I would pressure them to hurry up and come inside. Or they look at me as if I were some sort of stalking creep. Sometimes there is gratitude, but I seem to receive the negative side more than not.
When this method fails me, I leave the person behind. Why spend 3 seconds waiting for a complaint? But when I go on my way, leaving the someone behind, I get looks from spectators. They look at me as if to say, "Look at that stuffed up kid. Doesn't even have the courtesy to hold the door for someone." Oh gag and hang it all! What is a person to do?
One would think avoid the awkward distance, but no matter the meassures I take in avoiding such a place, I still seem to fall into the peril of the awkward.
When the distance is awkward, you have to decide if you want to wait for the person or just leave them behind. In my case, it's never the same answer. When I hold the door open and wait for the person, they usually give me a look that expresses their being offended that I would pressure them to hurry up and come inside. Or they look at me as if I were some sort of stalking creep. Sometimes there is gratitude, but I seem to receive the negative side more than not.
When this method fails me, I leave the person behind. Why spend 3 seconds waiting for a complaint? But when I go on my way, leaving the someone behind, I get looks from spectators. They look at me as if to say, "Look at that stuffed up kid. Doesn't even have the courtesy to hold the door for someone." Oh gag and hang it all! What is a person to do?
One would think avoid the awkward distance, but no matter the meassures I take in avoiding such a place, I still seem to fall into the peril of the awkward.
Three Years for Two
Three years have come and gone. I thought I'd never be done with it. Looking back now I wish I had done things different, but it's too late now. Time to look ahead! See what plans I can lay to waste, and what hearts can be broken. What kind friend have I become? Do my comings and goings mean that much?
Three years of trial just to get credit for two; it hardly seems fair. Though, were I a different sort of fellow, I should wonder where my time has gone. The next two years shall be quite a triumph! How many men do you know conquer the world of scholar and come out ready for the world? I know I won't, but I intend to give it my all. If it were not for my God and faith, I should be quite a wreck you see. For I have no real fears, I am only afraid for a moment, and soon come to my senses and see that life will go on.
I believe that the "big man upstairs" has my best interests at heart, and will open doors I didn't know were there. He will probably tell me a thing or two of what's what's in this world, and see to it that I'm put through fire and ice before it's said and done. But I'm sure there is a higher purpose.
So I leave you now. I'm off to finish this three year journey, for I gradute this spring only to realize that I'm only half way there. But I welcome a challenge; it keeps the mind going you know. Have a wonderful day and pass a smile on your way out ;)
Three years of trial just to get credit for two; it hardly seems fair. Though, were I a different sort of fellow, I should wonder where my time has gone. The next two years shall be quite a triumph! How many men do you know conquer the world of scholar and come out ready for the world? I know I won't, but I intend to give it my all. If it were not for my God and faith, I should be quite a wreck you see. For I have no real fears, I am only afraid for a moment, and soon come to my senses and see that life will go on.
I believe that the "big man upstairs" has my best interests at heart, and will open doors I didn't know were there. He will probably tell me a thing or two of what's what's in this world, and see to it that I'm put through fire and ice before it's said and done. But I'm sure there is a higher purpose.
So I leave you now. I'm off to finish this three year journey, for I gradute this spring only to realize that I'm only half way there. But I welcome a challenge; it keeps the mind going you know. Have a wonderful day and pass a smile on your way out ;)
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