Well I find myself back here again. I mean when you have pneumonia, you are basically housebound to 'rest and drink fluids.' I don't think I'm very good at resting. I'm too much of a girl on the go go go! As much as I complain and sometimes wish I was the way I used to be. I know that I don't want to be the person that I used to be, but there are things that I did that I miss. I know that I'm not perfect and I have a far way to go to be the person that I ideally would want to be. I also know that I hold human kind to be at a high standard and sometimes I wonder if I hold it a bit high because most times it makes me seem like a proud person. It really makes me seem like I'm prejudice, but its just that I believe that I won't like it, but I suppose that I can't really say it unless I try it. BUT I'm trying to try?
Things I miss:
I miss reading for leisure.
I miss reading and writing poetry.
I miss doing volunteer work.
Things I'm happy about:
Pursing a degree that I'm excited about
Being more relaxed and carefree
Getting out of my comfort zone
But there is a story that I must tell. My friend, Mallory told me about an event that happened in her business class. Her class was raising money for a charity that the class would collectively donate to and everyone was throwing out organizations to donate to. So the class was arguing as usual all the sororities were throwing in their organizations and there is one that our entire campus usually contributes to. Well essentially it ended up that the organizations it came down to were two smaller ones and some girl had the audacity to insult and demean these organizations because it didn't support her big organization! I was absolutely disgusted to hear that someone really had the nerve to insult another non-for-profit organization as if it were a bad cause. I was just really confused at that. Can't we just agree that the money is going for a good cause? It's just absolutely absurd to me. Everyone has a cause in their life and for you to attack someone else's cause just blows my mind. I know you may not agree with it, but don't attack it. They are just trying to make a difference just as much as you are.
Well it's probably just me being a Buddhist. Speaking of, I have lost my necklace charm that I wrote about in a past post. I'm actually really bummed about it, but I suppose it just makes me focus my spirituality more on myself than an idol around my neck.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Snack Mix
Lyrics from songs that I currently love
"Hey boy why don't you take me out tonight, there isn't any reason for why we shouldn't try"
The Bird and The Bee - My Love
"My bed is too big for just me"
Ra Ra Riot - Can You Tell
"If I die clutching your photograph, don't call me boring it's just cause I like you'
Voxtrot - The Start of Something
"The sound is everywhere, but it can't be found"
Micachu & The Shapes - Golden Phone
"Hey boy why don't you take me out tonight, there isn't any reason for why we shouldn't try"
The Bird and The Bee - My Love
"My bed is too big for just me"
Ra Ra Riot - Can You Tell
"If I die clutching your photograph, don't call me boring it's just cause I like you'
Voxtrot - The Start of Something
"The sound is everywhere, but it can't be found"
Micachu & The Shapes - Golden Phone
Friday, January 23, 2009
Creative Writing Project cont.
Teach
By Sanita Saengvilay
Searching for the words to
Fill in the blanks
In the sentences
You never said
I fall back
Into
My chair
Hoping you won’t notice
But our eyes meet
And I struggle to murmur
A cohesive line
By Sanita Saengvilay
Searching for the words to
Fill in the blanks
In the sentences
You never said
I fall back
Into
My chair
Hoping you won’t notice
But our eyes meet
And I struggle to murmur
A cohesive line
Creative Writing Project cont.
Toilet Paper
By Sanita Saengvilay
You never appreciate anything until you lose it. I think that’s one of the lessons of life that everyone has to learn the hard way. I mean think about it, toilet paper. You usually buy that in a 50 pack sets at Meijers. Once you're half way through the first pack, Cottonelle goes on sale and you’re like “man what a deal! Screw diminishing margins. A 50 pack of T.P. for $7.99. You can’t beat that!”
So I wake up one morning, get ready for school use the last of the toilet paper but I don’t worry about it because why should I? I have a stash of it hidden under the sink.
Lies. All lies.
I come home from school thinking that at least someone will have the decency to refill the toilet paper by now. There is still an empty cardboard cylinder wrapped around that crazy spring load contraption. Check under the sink. Nothing. Okay I’ll just go downstairs and take the TP from there. Nothing. Okay now I’m a little worried let me check the closet under the stairs. Nothing. How can this happen?
I need someone to blame
“Eddie!?”
“What?”
“Why isn’t there ANY toilet paper in this house what so ever? You’ve been in this house all day and you couldn’t even go to the store to get some?”
“What. Use a paper towel or something.”
“WHAT! That’s barbaric. It’s the 21st century and you want me to use paper towels.”
“Well, when I was in Iraq we didn’t even have showers, so be grateful you spoiled brat.”
Quite frustrated and peeved that I can’t use the bathroom I started chanting, “This is not ‘nam, this is not ‘nam, this is not ‘nam!”
“WHAT?!”
At this point my brother proceeds to punched me in the arm for being ungrateful and insensitive to war vets. But what he didn’t’ know was that I was referencing The Big Lewbowski at a very inappropriate moment. My brother yelled at me for referencing obscure movies. The thing is that The Big Lewbowski was a movie from his collection. Eventually I drove to my friend’s house and went to the bathroom there.
Creative Writing Project cont.
Slacker vs. Worker
By Sanita Saengvilay
Your teacher announces that you will have a project. The class sighs and moans, but she has yet to announce that you will be working in groups. The worse part, you will be assigned accordingly. Now the classroom is filled with a mixture of celebrations and complaints. The class has unknowingly been divided in to a slacker versus worker zone.
School is a cutthroat environment and if you can’t keep up with the pace you will be left behind. Seriously, just ask a super senior. The worker untrusting of anyone other than themselves will do all the work assuming the worse out of everyone. The slacker will take advantage of the worker’s distrust and sit back and relax while getting an A on the project. When working in the group, the worker will complain to other workers about how they are doing all the work in their group. The slacker will laugh and say ‘sucks for you.’ I personally am a slacker of the group. Not by choice though, I willingly will put up the effort to do work but usually the worker will deem my work inadequate and redo it themselves. Now, come on, I worked a good 5 minutes before class to make that stuff up and you think your work is superior to mine.
I have no sympathy towards the worker. They assume that they are the only ones in the group who is willing to sacrifice. Numerous of times I have actually done my fair share of work but it usually gets an “Uhhh” and then a complaint to other workers.
‘How am I supposed to work with this?’
I’ll show you how you’re supposed to work this, [lots of explicits here]. I believe that there is no such thing as a slacker. The worker has just demolished the slacker’s confidence with their own insecurities. But teachers still continue to assign students in groups they don’t want to be in hoping to teach them a life lesson. ‘You can’t always choose who you work with in life.’ That is very true indeed, but for now I’ll just assume the slacker role. So have you finished with our poster yet?
By Sanita Saengvilay
Your teacher announces that you will have a project. The class sighs and moans, but she has yet to announce that you will be working in groups. The worse part, you will be assigned accordingly. Now the classroom is filled with a mixture of celebrations and complaints. The class has unknowingly been divided in to a slacker versus worker zone.
School is a cutthroat environment and if you can’t keep up with the pace you will be left behind. Seriously, just ask a super senior. The worker untrusting of anyone other than themselves will do all the work assuming the worse out of everyone. The slacker will take advantage of the worker’s distrust and sit back and relax while getting an A on the project. When working in the group, the worker will complain to other workers about how they are doing all the work in their group. The slacker will laugh and say ‘sucks for you.’ I personally am a slacker of the group. Not by choice though, I willingly will put up the effort to do work but usually the worker will deem my work inadequate and redo it themselves. Now, come on, I worked a good 5 minutes before class to make that stuff up and you think your work is superior to mine.
I have no sympathy towards the worker. They assume that they are the only ones in the group who is willing to sacrifice. Numerous of times I have actually done my fair share of work but it usually gets an “Uhhh” and then a complaint to other workers.
‘How am I supposed to work with this?’
I’ll show you how you’re supposed to work this, [lots of explicits here]. I believe that there is no such thing as a slacker. The worker has just demolished the slacker’s confidence with their own insecurities. But teachers still continue to assign students in groups they don’t want to be in hoping to teach them a life lesson. ‘You can’t always choose who you work with in life.’ That is very true indeed, but for now I’ll just assume the slacker role. So have you finished with our poster yet?
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