Going crazy, yet again!

Oh god! Chem 233!! I thought I was prepared, you know. I was going around telling everyone it’s the “weeder course” and I thought that was enough to scare me into working, into paying attention, into just staying on pace with the class. But, no! I slipped through the material of the first midterm somehow, but this one is just killing me. What Bandar (= monkey) made Organic chem!!!

We should all just die from whatever disease we get! We don’t need any drugs and we don’t need any chem to make those drugs. Besides, there would be no major/crazy diseases, in the first place, if we weren’t messing around with nature with our stupid experiment and mixing up plants and chemicals from the ground to see what crazy element we can design to create a new disease or a new bomb or a poison! Its all the fault of those stupid Neanderthals who randomly thought of making fire and tires! Weren’t they living their life just fine before that. Hunting and what not! Just ruining theirs and their coming generations lives! WTF! I swear to god that man/lady would have died a torturous death. He/she must have been the real eve and that fire was the apple.

I’m writing all this as a rant, but really think about it! Aren’t animals happy just the way they are! They’re not going around thinking about making a nuclear bomb or making another iphone-XX. They’re so chill! If you’re stronger, you kill, if you’re cleaver, you escape. If you suck, you die. Its all fine and dandy. But, here we are, trying to change everything from the way it was made. First we weren’t happy with the earth, so we created a hole in the ozone layer and ate up all our resources and then we weren’t happy with the kind of babies we were making so we started genetically modifying them “ some blue eyes here, a tall gene there, and change that penis into a vagina, please! Thank you very much”  (I don’t know if they can actually do that last part, but you know what I mean!)

On top of that, I just saw a youtube video on “4 years of med school” ~ basically they ran through a few student’s lives and I just realized that what I’m doing now (all this blabbering and being a flannel-mouth) due to a 2^nd year chem course is only 1/12^th of what I’ll be doing in 1^st year med school (if I even get into one!!) So, YAY! To my luck and determination and $%$R$@ brains that are oh-so-easily and generously letting me get through these wonderful years with a great companion, that is Organic Chemistry.

Good night!

Time Travelled

WOW, it has been so long since I've blogged, I feel like I'm time travelling to the past. But, I did miss you, oh freedom of writing!

Earlier, I did so little there was nothing to blog about. Recently, I've done so much I don't know what to blog about and where to start. Just to put it out there, however, I'm using my studying time to do this; so not only is this nostalgic, it is indeed very evil! But from the last time I blogged till today (the soulless period, some frequent bloggers might call it) has been extremely busy, so I hope I'll be forgiven.

On campus, today I was walking along with headphones in my ears and I don't know what got into me (It must have been the song I was listening to) I looked up at almost every face that passed me, and I thought "There are so many people here, I never see the same person twice! And each of them has a story, a song and a move" (What normal person talks to themselves like that?!) Then, I told myself that was a very deep thought, imagined myself giving me an approving/ encouraging nod and walked into my class. Statistics!

Ever taken a statistics course? Liked it? Well, believe it or not, I do. Have I ever complained about Math on this blog? If I have, let me repeat: I absolutely abhor Mathematics. It might be building blocks of technology, but I will never understand it and to be honest, I don't want to. Statistics, on the other hand, I've taken a liking to. I find myself paying attention in class and SHOCKINGLY, I find myself saying "Oh I get it!" more than " WTF is he saying!" in that class. However, nothing is ever that easy. So, although the lecture is rather satisfying, the lab takes every ounce of energy out of me.

I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO SAY!!! But Long posts are generally hated, so I'll save it!

To bore or not to bore, That is the question

Noticed how I'd stopped blogging? Demanding a reason? (I know you're not, but I'd like to think otherwise.) Anyway, I don't have a good reason. I had school up until the end of July. So, I promised myself that August was going to be tons of fun (considering my parents had planned to drive to California, stay there for a week and drive back.) However, 'fun' often tends to go the opposite direction from the one I'm going into, especially if I'm calling out to it. So, guess what? So far I have done NOTHING BIG.

Sure, my long lost friend of a year is back from the land across the seven seas. Sure, surprisingly almost every single day in Vancouver is turning out to be sunny and rainless. And sure, I've got a full licence and I can take myself wherever I like. BUT, like someone very smart said ~ it's not what you do to spend your time, it is who you spend it with. And, although a first few days since my long-lost-friend-of-a-year got back, we hung out all the time, now it has slowed down and I am slightly bored to my core.

I DON'T WANT TO SOUND LIKE A PERSON WHO COMPLAINS ALL THE TIME 

So, I'm going to change that! My friends and I are going to GO OUT!!!! OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE!  (I don't know what I am saying! Thus, before I mess up my blog, I'd like to leave.)

However, I will keep you posted on if the only summer month I was granted was fun or not :)

CHEERS!

OH LOOK! WHO WON AN AWARD!

I am rather happy today! Its not because its a beautiful day, not because my zits are gone, not because I'm done first year, not because the thing I was crying about in my last post is finally happening and I feel successful. It is because I won an award! Yippee! *Applause*

After a billion years, I decided to sign into blogger and what do I find? Alexa presents me with an award! Thank you, Alexa!

This award is given to the bloggers who are pretty cool, but unfortunately, have few followers (less than 200.)

So, following the rules:

1. Thank the giver and link back to the blogger who gave it to you.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
3. Copy and paste the award on your blog.
4. Have faith that your followers will spread the love to other bloggers.
5. And most of all - have bloggity-blog fun!

I would like to thank Alexa from Illiterations 

and reveal my top picks:

1)Photogenic Devil from Threadbare Confession. I can't pin point why exactly, but I love reading her blog. It always manages to bring a smile on my face.

2) Manik Sharma from thelandabovewater. His Poetry is way over my understanding but I always find myself on his blog again and again and again. I think his work is very pure. 

3) Melody from Inquisitive thinking. I love what she writes about and how she writes it. 

4) Fiona from Voice of a nerd. LOL! If Fiona's blog doesn't cheer you up, nothing can!

5) I don't know if I can do this, but: Alexa from Illiterations...her stories, her poems, prose, her blog, it's beautiful! 

Congratulations, everyone! Keep writing!

From the ashes

You might not always be successful in what you're doing
and that will be the time when you'd want to quit it.
The words "just quit" would've crossed your mind a billion times,
but you always held on, and now you're at the end of the string, still holding on
Its now, that everything matters the most.
Your decision, today will determine who you are
Your decision, today will make you who you will be
Your decision, today is you.

You're angry, you're tired, you're hurt,
There are dreams you had, that you see shattering now
But, today you forget that
your dreams have always had some fire in them
always burning, strong and bright
And, today that you see your dreams in ashes
its only important to understand that
it is a test, like it has always been
a test to see if you can bring back the fire
from the ashes, if you can arise a phoenix

A brighter, stronger, powerful phoenix, a new you.

Alert!

Betrayer and Dream Shatterer alert!

I was looking forward to all three of your stories (the 3 being: Jasleen, Alexa and Devika) but I have been betrayed. I have been shown a treat and not given it after I finished my trick.

Very well, then! Good Day to you all!

I DEPRESS!!!! D':

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE <3

Oh God! How do you feel when the person you are absolutely in love with is moving away and you know you will probably not see them until after 100 years or something? I feel Horrible!! I  don't want to let go, I want to hold on to them like a 4 year old daughter holds on to her dad's legs when he is leaving the state for a business meeting. I cry until my eyes and my head hurts and I look like a Tomato. I sit in a corner staring into space, making a photo album in my mind. I DEPRESSS!!!! D":

That is exactly how I feel right not; and how I feel right now is exactly how I feel every time I read/watch/talk/see anything... ANYTHING related to Harry Potter Part 2! WHY WHY WHY!!! Why did you have to take them away!!!

Alert: I am not a huge, lunatic fan. I haven't read a single book (which I, oh-so-deeply regret, but the thing with me is I don't enjoy the book, if I've watched the movies and vice versa) BUT I have watched EVERY SINGLE MOVIE, A BILLION TIMES.

Yet, today, I found myself going through Harry potter posts on different blogs and I... I have a lump in my throat and I want to hug every single person who acted in those movies...from the janitor (who we never saw) to Dumbledore.

Man, Am I going to miss these series! Now I have no celebrity about who I can, proudly, tell my kids that "YO! I grew with those sexy, talented dogs!"

I hope all the people/actors related to those movies in anyway, stay successful and happy for ever and ever! <3

The trio hugging on the last day <3

Jasleen and Devika! :D

Jasleen:
Setting: a time long ago
Character: a dinosaur
Plot: a character must solve a problem

Devika:
I thought I'll jusy pick one for you?
Setting: a crowded supermarket
Character: a pilot
Plot: a character finds a treasure

Good luck! :D

YAY, ALEXA!

I was just about to comment on that post with "what a fail."

Thanks! and here it is:

Setting: A library
Character: A creature from another planet
Plot: a character finds a treasure

Good luck! Can't wait to see what you come up with!

Its other way around because its from my web cam. Just a proof that I didn't make it up :D

"I'd do anything to live my childhood again!"

Well, I have just the thing for you. I went to a school where my Dad works and I found one of the coolest and most entertaining things I have ever seen. A Story starters book!

My sister and I used this book as a game. This is how it works: there are 25 pages (in each section) in this book. 

By, each section, I mean there is one that says "Setting", second one says "Character" and the last one says "Plot." You'll come across different situations considering which page you flip each section on. 

How do we play? You'd choose a number between 1 and 25 for all three sections. For example, say you said: Setting 2, Character 4 and Plot 6...Then, I'd go on page 2, 4 and 6 respectively and let you know what you got. Then, you have around 2 to 3 days to make up a story using those three key things.

It could be a funny, tragic, pointless, short or extremely long story. Whatever you come up with will be treasured! Lets see how creative you guys get when you are TOLD to write :)

You can choose to do that or I have another book!

For this one, you choose a number between 1 to 200 and I'll give you a topic such as: "Write a story that begins with 'There I was on center stage, standing in the spotlight, when..."

If you have a kid around you, I'd love to have stories written by them. I asked my niece to write one ~ it'll be online soon!

ARE YOU READY FOR THIS CHALLENGE?! CAN YOU HANDLE IT?! 

say, yes!

Tell them, now before you lose them

My mom, my sister and I went to a grocery store, today. When my mom parked the car, I told them I didn't want to go inside (partly because I'm a lazy ass and also because I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from buying the delicious delicacies.) So, I sat in the car, focussed on texting my friends, unaware of my surroundings.

With hands carrying the grocery bags and eyes set on the car beside ours, my sister and my mom sat down in the car. "That lady in the car has been crying since we got here"my sister said.
"What?" I reacted, reflexively.
My mom clarified that she saw the old lady crying when she was getting off the car and when she came back.
I don't know why I was worried, but I threw out a "Haaww! Why, ma?" as my mom pulled the car out of the slot.
"What do you mean 'Why'? How would we know?" my sister said.
"Do you want to go ask her?" my mom pressed the breaks and looked at me.

I stared at her to check if she really meant it, since she rarely asks me to go upto a stranger and ask them how they are.

"Should I?"
My mom didn't answer me, she just stared into my eye. I took the seat belt off, got out of my car and walked towards the lady's car. I caught her looking at me, teary eyed, somewhat surprised and wondering.
When I stopped outside her door and looked at her, she hurriedly opened her door and passed me a weak smile.

"Are you okay, Aunty?" my voice concerned
"Uhm...yeah, yeah, I'm fine" she said, trying to stop herself from crying. I heard her murmur something
"Sorry?"
"Uhm...its just that..." her eyes welled up and she put her hand to her lips "just that a couple of months ago, my son died and..." her voice was quavering "and I think of him and..."
I wanted to hug her and try to make her feel better but instead, I caressed her back and told her that I was sorry and she should believe that he is in a better place.
"I hope so" she said, as I took her hands into mine.
"Don't worry...." I searched for words when she said, "No, no, its okay. I'm fine. Thank you, beta" she composed herself
"Please take care of yourself, aunty" and with that I left and got into my own car.

The moment I did, I saw my mom and the lady nod to each other.

"What happened?" My sister asked with the same concern I had
As I told them what happened, I saw my mother's eyes water up. We talked about how parents should never have to experience that. When I shared my thoughts that parents should never outlive their children, my mother looked at me and said, "There was a lady who was asked who she loves the most. you know what she said?"
My mom didn't let us answer, "she said I love my brother the most. She was asked why like most women she doesn't love her husband or her children more. She answered with 'I can always give birth to a  new baby, get a new husband but my mother is dead. I will never get another brother, So, regardless of how much he cares for me, I will never stop loving him.'"

I don't know know how much I agree with that since whether or not you get a new baby, your child is an individual. He is the person you are in love with. Your new baby will not be the same as your older children. So, losing them would be the same as losing someone you can not replace. It is not the relationship you grieve for, its the person.

That lady made me realize how important every single person in my life is. I don't know what kind of relationship she had with her son, but I do know that she misses him enough to not be able to stop crying when she is alone. Some say "People don't realize what they have until they lose it" and others say "People know what they have, they just don't think they'll lose it." I don't know which one is true but I know that when you lose someone, you'll regret saying/not saying things to them that you should have. So, if you haven't in a long time, tell the people you love, today that you can't afford to lose them.

***In my culture, Aunty is used as a synonym for Miss, Mam, etc. Beta is used to call someone child, sweety, etc"***

Perplexed over the mystery picture in my last post? Well, Do not fear for here is the answer:

IT IS MY CEILING!! :D! *can't believe you couldn't guess that*

oh look who watches Spongebob over writing their essay!

DISTRACTED

is what you and I are, right now. Don't you have something better to do?!

What is this?

English is going just fine, considering I have not received any assignments back. I took Academic writing, which (even when I was choosing it) I knew was going to be more boring than sitting on the toilet without a magazine or music. To my surprise, it is very interesting. Well, not the class per se, but the topic we are supposed to do Academic writing on. Topic = post 9/11. Unfortunately, this is not a history/religion/psychology/political something something class, so I never find myself in a discussion on Post 9/11, rather on how to write a summary, a research proposal, etc. Nevertheless, reading a package with statements from men "captured" during post 9/11 sweeps, Bush's announcements and other articles with theories on Orientalism and Moral Panic theory gets all the right reactions (such as "oh wow!", "awww", "ahahahahahahahahah!", "nooo, really!!", "god!", "what the hell does that word mean?") out of me. Sometimes, I tell myself I'll write like these people one day. Then, I start writing my blog and reality, like their words slaps me in the face. 

I have class twice a week, other days I drool over Nakatsu, other to other days I listen to music and sing along, other to other to other days I try to entertain myself (DO NOT think I have no social life! I have a nice, caring, crazy group of friends, some of whom have summer school, others are in California -- as I will be in August and few are just Lazy brats!) 

Okay, back to the point, so today was one of those "lets entertain myself" days. Heres what I did:

 If I looked at this, I'd say, "ENNH! Its alright. Nothing big!"

Until, I read what it actually is.-- I took four small, thin canvases, cut them into puzzle pieces and THEN I painted this on. I can hear some "smarty pants" going, "well why didn't you paint and then cut it into puzzle pieces" ... because, I used a cutter (a blade) that would've scratched the paint out. Trust me, I tried that...didn't work...for me, at least. So, what you see here, my friends is the solved puzzle.

Here is what it originally looked like!

And that is not the only thing I did, my room's door needs a make over. Right now, it has my name on it. I'm going to put these masks on it!

Yes, I did make those :D and I'm going to be proud of them, whether you like them or not! 

Oh no! The middle one is melting!! I'm going to go fix that

*Please, imagine me stand up, walk a catwalk to the other room while my hair flies in the wind, place the mask  on the floor, carefully as if hand modelling. Now imagine me look up, my eyes twinkling and say, "Want my number?".... OHKay! don't do that!!*

Although that blue and red one on the top right is my favourite, I think I sort of like this one, too:

Oh! Whats that I hear? Did you say, "Nice nails"?

Well, thank you! I did those myself, too!

Before you start criticizing them, note that I've never actually been to a nail spa to get my nails done and I have had no expert advice. So, indeed! I'm proud of these,too! 

Heres a better look:

 *Please, ignore my dirty hands that contradict my movie like scene when I went to fix the other mask. My fingers are dirty only because I did the masks before the nails. Perhaps, I should have washed?*

P.S. you better have watched the first four episodes!

Scene1
Me: (Apathetically) 'sup?


Scene 2
Me: (Excited) OH MY GOODNESS! I'm in love! (in this context, Love refers to a "profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person", precisely towards a male...who does not exist...outside my computer) Before you make an image of myself as someone like:

Let me describe him to you. He is a heterosexual guy who thinks he is homosexual because he feels attraction towards a guy at his school who is actually a girl in disguise. (Is that a run-on?) Anyway, thats his situation, not him! His name is Nakatsu! *Squeal squeal* That my friends is a Japanese name. He is just like any other boy, except he is EXTREMELY cute/hot/ sexy soccer player (depending on your taste. If you ask me, he deserves both) who is surrounded by several other EXTREMELY cute/hot boys. 

Do not judge me! That is only 5% of the reason I like him. 

Unfortunately, I will not be able to explain the other 95% of him that actually matters to me because he is ethereal. So, if you want to know more about him, you will have to check out the videos that follow this post. Note: I said checkout the videos. Please do not check him out as he is inescapably mine. 

Before you start comparing me to a crazy Twilight fan, please understand that I am a properly brought up, well educated human being who understands and accepts the difference between the person I wish to be with (referring to Nakatsu) and the person I will be with. So, you will never find me writing a letter to Nakatsu with my blood asking him to bite me. 

However, he does give me the tingly, anxious feeling you are supposed to get when you are in love; which is alright because everyone at one point of their life falls in love with a cartoon/TV/Movie character. Right? -.~

I would like to emphasize on the fact that I am in Love with Nakatsu who I know everything about. However, since the character Nakatsu was played by Ikuta toma *drool drool*, I have a certain attraction towards him, as well. Attraction to the point that I can bear watching all of his shows. However, I refrain from saying I LOVE him because I don't know much about him to admit to a heavy feeling as such. 

Last thing, you are most likely to get creeped out, throw your laptop away or puke as you watch these videos while keeping my feelings in mind. That is not because all of what I said is false, it is because you have not the slightest idea of the story behind his actions. So, ladies and Gentlemen, don't be stereotypical trolls. Just click on the link at the bottom and dedicate an hour or so to watching the character you're going to fall in love with! I present to you Shuichi Nakatsu:

This video doesn't have subtitles, its just him...hehehehe

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Watch the first four episodes! You'll love it! It has subtitles, thats how I watch it! You will NOT regret it. Heres the link:

http://www.mysoju.com/japanese-drama/hana-kimi/ 

Not again!!

I was 15 when I found people gasping and laughing at me because I didn't have Facebook.
"WHHHHAAA??? you don't have Facebook?!"
"Do you not have friends?"
"DUDE! you got no social life, man!"
"What? Why? are you technologically inclined? socially?"
"You have no idea how much fun it is! FARMVILLE!! AAAHHH" *Scream! scream*
BLAH BLAH BLAH

So, what do you think I did? I made a Facebook account. Got a profile picture, wrote a status and commented on people's posts. NOW, I was cool!

I won't lie, Facebook certainly kept me busy distracted and it definitely helped me keep in touch with my old friends, which was great! Today, I get more news from Facebook than I do from CBC or BBC, etc (which some of you might think is crazzzy) Anyway, so my point is that, yes! Social media can be exciting and has many uses, including stalking the person you have crush on, but PUH-LEEZ! I will not die if I don't have Facebook!! So, relax!

 Just after I got over fancying Facebook, my friends started talking about Twitter.
Heres a review from a English major: "You don't get it! 140 words! It'll be a healthy, daily dose for my vocab! Everything that I said in a sentence is now to be said in a word!!" AAAHHH!!!
Heres from a movie freak: "EVERYONE! every single celebrity on earth has twitter! Its like sitting right in front of them and listening to them talk, only they use few words!"
BLAH BLAH BLAH
I was too lazy to get Twitter (real reason: I don't think I'll ever be able to get off it)

Why am I talking about all this, you ask? Bee-Cause, yesterday at a Party, I heard all my friends talking about Tumblr.
... ... ... ... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
WHY WHY WHY?!?!?!

Why are social trends changing every 4 seconds?! I like blogger! (real reason: I don't know how to use Tumblr!) I want to read my friend's posts and follow them and I want them to do the same, but they would never take time out of their special, privilege blogging site and come to my "Through my eyes"

Should I make a tumblr account?

P.S. My English class starts in 10 minutes and this building is gorgeous! <3

Mr. Squarepants is rather addictive

"OOOOHHH who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
If nautical nonsense be something ya' wish! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS!
SPONGE-BOB SQUARE PAAAAAANTSS!"

HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT FOR A POEM!!!

I have my physics exam in 2 days. The more I study, the more I realize how important it is. I mean, if I took some Physics and Chem and a little Bio, I could survive anywhere on Earth, without any help at all. The only thing is, I don't think I'll ever be in a Cast Away type situation. You know why? Can you handle it? BEE- CAUSE,  I don't plan on delivering Fed-Ex boxes for the rest of my life. If I did, I wouldn't be spending thousands of dollars for sitting in a class listening to people talk! So, though I realize the importance of physics, I can not "PHOCUS"

I spent three hours watching Sponge bob square pants! SPONGEBOB square pants! SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS! SPONGE BOB SQUARE PAAAAANTSSS!

Spent almost two hours taking a nap - a really long one, indeed.

And as you may notice, I'm spending the rest of my time writing this post...I've been writing it for the past 4 hours! MASTERPIECE! rrrriiight!

If you notice symptoms of Acute Stress Disorder in me, through my writing. FFear not! I will be alright after Thursday! Pray for me!

THIS IS ME STUDYING FOR PHYSICS

THIS IS ME WHEN I FIND OUT MY MARK

THIS IS ME WHEN I'M DONE WITH PHYSICS FOREVER!

THIS IS ME BEING SEX~EH!

Hypocrite

Today, a few family friends came over. As conversations do, ours took several turns. We jumped from one topic to the other, agreeing or disagreeing and laughing or solemnly nodding. Then, we started talking about different religions and the politics of the country that I am from, it was then that all of us got into the conversation fully, some opinions just hanging in the air because other thoughts and voices were too loud or too dominant. There was a moment when my family completely disagreed with the other, so much so we wanted to slap them in the face and tell them they were wrong, they were hypocrites and they should, in a sense, get a reality check. However, relationships are important. We couldn't lose family friends, who genuinely love and care for us, over the past we can't relive for facts and the present we can't repair. So, my family didn't speak up to the slightly drunk uncle and a confused aunt. We quietly listened, still knowing in our hearts that we were, in fact, right. 


Now, here is my uncle who adds to the conversation by saying, "Anyone who kills another person, I don't care what religion he follows, if he kills, he is not right in the head or the heart. I don't care what the reason for the killing, A killer is a killer." 
After a few responses, he adds, "I know there is a God, and there is only ONE" he emphasizes, "These religions, are a way of diving people, creating hatred within ourselves."


And all of us agree, we nod and move on to talking about one of the politicians who ordered an attack against one of "my" religious groups. I put "my" in quotes because I don't believe in it. "My" would be used for the people who follow the same religion as you and have the same culture as you. However, to me, my people will be the ones who love me, understand me, my religion and my culture, regardless of who or what they follow.


Anyway, so this person kills more than a hundred people and she follows the same religion as my uncle. As my family begins criticizing her, my uncle suddenly begins contradicting himself, unknowingly. A hypocrite. "Oh, no!" he says, "It wasn't her who did it! It was another man who suggested this should be done. She had to let it happen. But another officer went on with it, she couldn't do anything but say yes"


I see, uncle! So, then, a killer is not a killer? She was a LEADER, for God's sake!!! and almost a good one, too. She had a brain of herself!! She could stop it, anytime!! Hypocrite.


Then, we move on to talking about religions and he says, "Thats all fine, but you know all religions arose from *insert his religion, here*? I mean where did *insert one of the people I follow, here* come from? If you want to know the real history, if you want to know what the truth is, read *insert his holy book, here*. Why do you think I believe in it so strongly." Hypocrite.


Now, my family and I had stronger view points, with facts. But, we decided it would not be wise to talk to a drunk uncle, and a confused aunt. Besides, old people like to consider themselves wiser than the young. 


Wow, this is a long post. But, I felt the need of writing it to tell myself that I need to understand MYSELF, first, before I begin to explain worldly things to others. What is it that I believe in? Why do I believe in it? Am I going to think one thing and say the other?


At least I'll think before getting drunk, now. All truth comes out when you're drunk, I tell you! All truth!