The end

Wow, can you believe that we are at the last nine days of school! Seriously, we have nine days of school left couting finals (Seniors have only about five days left). My goodness, where did the time fly? When school resumes, every student begins to complain about the fact that the year is too long and there are so many days left. In fact, I remember walking through the halls and thinking, "when will school be over already." Now, I am thinking, "where did the days go by?" It's so amazing because when you think about it, time is really slow. In my SAT class a few weeks ago, the teacher tried to show us how long a minute was while he was telling us a story. Standing there, I felt like a minute would be up in just a whizz but actually it felt pretty long. I guess when you are having fun, time is jealous. It tries to pass the time quickly so you can go back to worshipping it and staring at its long and beautiful hands. Wow, what a conceited inanimate object! Well, time, you certainly know how to turn a young person into their worst nightmare: old. Certainly, my mother curses at you but right now I curse you for allowing good moments in life pass by so quickly. I wish there was a time police! This way, time would never speed again.

Soccer

My family are crazy soccer fans. I mean, seriously, everybody in my family knows everything about soccer. From the strategies, to the downs, to the kick-offs, and to the curses, they basically worship soccer. When I was seven-years-old, my mom's cousins used to come over to our house to watch Spain play against some other country for the World Cup. My younger cousins and I used to imitate them by slapping our knees or shouting at random objects for no reason. It was amazing having to see them cheer, clap, cry, or even dance. My grandmother's brother would never ever dance because he always assumed that dancing was a sin in the Bible. So, one time I remember walking through the door and having to see him dance around the table snickering at his sons. Even though I was really young, I could still remember every moment of those amazing family get-togethers. So, anyways, yesterday I had to attend a soccer game at the Santa Clara University soccer stadium. The game lasted for 90 minutes and I am proud to say that the San Jose Earthquakes won 2-1. Yay, go San Jose!!! The highlight of the game was when the soccer ball richocheted off the field and traveled right in my direction. If it wasn't for the obsessed fan in front of me, I would have caught the ball! Maybe next time...

Thank you

Giving. A magical word that can save thousands of lives and rescue even more. It always feels good to give back to your community and watch the smiles on their face. Every can, every dollar, and every cloth, helps a child no matter where he/she lives or what condition they are in. I would love to see millions of cans of food in a pantry just waiting to save a little girl in Morocco or a little boy in Iraq. We all know that world hunger is a crisis that every man and every woman must be involved in in order to decrease the statistics. So, please do your part by donating food to your nearest food bank. Not only does it feel good to share your lunch, but it actually makes a difference. I, myself, sometimes buy cans from a grocery store and do not feel like I've made that much of a difference in anybody's life. However, handing the cans of food to the lady behind the counter in the food bank, I can hear the words again. "God bless you!" "Thank you very much!" "You have helped us by getting closer to ending world hunger." Isn't that a splendid feeling? I don't know about you but my tears turn into tears of joy when I hear these words in one's mouth. Please remember to do your part! Share your lunch and help us by getting a step closer to ending this pandemic crisis. And for those who have taken the time to donate their meal, I would like to thank you for your donations.

News

So, while I was writing my previous blogs, I noticed something interesting. There is a font option that read webdings. I was not sure what this font was and so I decided to follow this option. Here's what happened:

I have a sentence from my previous blog in Arial:

I wish....

I could be strong

I could smile without being hurt

I could be a shield

rather a mirror

not a glue.

You could say 

all you wanted

all you desired

all you wished

while I stood there;

deaf,

blind,

insensitive,

and determined.

Now, here's what happened in Webdings:

Now let's see it in webdings:

I wish....

I could be strong

I could smile without being hurt

I could be a shield

rather a mirror

not a glue.

You could say 

all you wanted

all you desired

all you wished

while I stood there;

deaf,

blind,

insensitive,

and determined.

That's quite interesting!!!

That's quite interesting

I wish for this

I wish....

I could be strong

I could smile without being hurt

I could be a shield

rather a mirror

not a glue.

You could say 

all you wanted

all you desired

all you wished

while I stood there;

deaf,

blind,

insensitive,

and determined.

I wish...

I could eliminate

the pain,

the tears,

the loss,

the fake smile

to let you know that I was not hurt.

I am strong and forevermore will I be.

So, what I wish...

I wish you the best of luck for you are not the predator. Just a weak, defenseless creature trying to bury your depression. 

How rude!!!!

On Friday, I was feeling pretty emotional because of an incident that took place during lunch. Later on in sixth period, my world began to crash when my friends and I got into an argument. I could not sustain my anger during the whole conversation. So, I began to let out all my emotion; anger, depression, tearful, and happy. I could not stop crying during sixth period because my moods were not being controlled. It was a miserable day! However, my day was even more terrible when a couple of teenagers blurted out a hurting sentence. So, it all began when I was hanging out with everybody at the car wash. Navjot was standing farther away from me near the gas station. I, on the other hand, was standing by the stop light holding a poster that read "Car Wash." Minding my own business, I was waving the sign towards passing cars to attract attention. I was a little tired and my body felt really weak. My head was throbbing with pain and the sun was shining directly in my face. I was unprepared for the car wash and developed sun stroke after a few hours. So, a car full of teenagers (possibly twenty-year olds) passed me by. This teenager near the passenger's side had his window down. He stuck his head out and uttered the most rude, provoking, wounding, sorrowful, and ignorant comment.

"You are ugly as f***! You should not be holding a sign! [in the midst of the frenzy, I also recalled him saying something about] "being an outcast in society." 

All I could do at the moment was stare at the ground and allow time to drown me in my sorrow. Immediately, I dropped the poster, crossed the street and yelled Navjot's name. Like an amazing, supportive, kind, and incredible friend, Navjot asked me what happened. For a second, I felt like a little child lost in the woods and ran into Navjot's arms. I just started to cry and did not know why. No way was I hurt by the comments but I was hurt by the fact that I could not do anything. I could not curse at them for they might have had a gun nor could I allow the words to be blocked. I stood there, dumbfounded, crying in her arms. 

Well, I am just writing this blog in order to appreciate a phenomenal friend. Navjot, I am so sorry for drenching your shirt with my tears and I am so sorry for bringing you down. Thank you for being there for me. You are a great friend!

Heat

Ice, ice-cream, water (icy, cold), popsicle sticks, and a camera. That's all you need to cool off the hot weather. Today at about 1:20, we realized the thermometer had risen all the way to 115 degrees. Every time we stepped out into the sun, we could feel the heat melting away our skin. I could feel my body cursing me for the time I was spending time outdoors. It wasn't really under direct sunlight but the heat waves always found their way onto my skin, onto the pavement, and near the curb. No fan, no A.C, no other means of cooling off. I remembered the time when my family and I visited the villages of Iran. My grandparents had grown up there during the late 1930s. I wanted to see their house, their life, and basically where they first began our generation; this generation. As we were walking in the streets of the village, I could feel the sun greeting me with one of her warmest hugs. She was squeezing the breath out of me and I wondered what the temperature was. At the time I did not understand how thermometers work but I recall the numbers 130. 130 degrees! Dehydration became my friend in the busy streets of this village (a name that I can neither pronounce or spell). My heart was beating fast and my breath was quick and heavy. I remember closing my eyes as the heat waves drifted across my face burning it. This feeling was very, very familiar today. 

Movies

Today Anh, Rachel, Isaac, and I were shooting a movie for The Color Purple. We weren't filming in direct sunlight but boy, were we tired. I remember when after the first few scenes, we all collapsed on the chair and began to refill our waters. It was a disaster but a perfect moment for our movie. Since this book takes place in the South, the weather is always warm especially during the summer. It's hot and people are constantly wearing loose clothes in order to cool themselves off. I would have to say that Anh, Rachel, and Isaac were great actors and actresses. They really fit into the character and delivered an amazing performance. Actually, we were having difficulty trying to stop Isaac from laughing but it was okay. Sorry, Isaac about the comment I made. You know I was just trying to make you sad for the movie. One of the highlights of making the movie was drawing blood lines/scars on Anh's face. She was portraying an abused woman who is trying to find her sister. We placed ketchup all over her face, thanks partly to me and used red lipstick all over face. It was hilarious but worth it. I think that it is going to be a great movie!

By the way, we have a lot of bloopers. I love the part where we are just sitting down at the table acting silly. You know, Isaac, a spitting contest would have been perfect but I think I kind of won. In a way! Even though the weather was a burden, I still had fun shooting a successful movie. 

I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!

Their dream

Awww, why are they so darn cute? Every time I see a child's face, I can honestly read his or her mind. For example, a child was walking into a store with her mother and I could see him from a distance. As soon as she saw a box of candy with a picture of Hannah Montana's face, she immediately asked her mother to buy it. Of course, her mother replied, "no." At that instant moment, she began to pout her lips and cry bitter tears. They streamed across her face and she began to wail uncontrollably. How does my mind-reading really fit into all of this? Well, when we first entered the store, I saw the same candy with a picture of Hannah Montana. "I bet that a child preferably a girl will be crying over this box of candy." When the little girl passed us crying, my mother said, "Hannah Montana." Well, there you go another innocent child crying over a box of candy that can lead to obesity, diabetes, as well as cavities. Every time my little cousin cries over a bar of Twix, I give her my lecture of how obesity is the number 1 problem Unites States citizens are concerned about. It is a pandemic issue! She widens her eyes and begins to ask me all sorts of questions. Not that I don't enjoy her curiosity, but she hardly ever takes any advice. Right after my impending speech, she immediately runs to her mother and asks her for chocolate. My aunt gives her the chocolate bar she requested. Well, at least I gave it a try.  I think that next time I am just going to steal the candy from her. As much as she cries, wails, or curses I will not give her the chocolate bar. However sometimes I can be quite the patsy. I'll just try to hold my ground for once. 

This life

What is the difference between good and evil? Humans are not the ones to answer this question because we all have a little bit of righteousness and mischievous in all of us. Nobody's perfect and this is why evil can sometimes overpower us. Now, I can't really describe the difference between these two characteristics without using religious terminology and I am sorry for doing this but it is the only way I can really explain the amidst taking place here. Evil is conducted by the devil or in the case of the Exorcism of Emily Rose, the six voices; Lucifer being the leader. Now, this is the religious term. The non-religious term is actually our mind. Like Plato once said "our senses deceive us" and because of this, "we are like prisoners in a cave". It's interesting how our mind can sometimes think and lead us into a situation where the unspeakable can happen. Like murdering a person! What goes on in the minds of a serial killer when they are about to shoot their victim? Ohhhhh (shudder) I don't really want to know. However, our conscious mind is the devil.Now, the ethical part of this situation is our heart. I believe that this is so because sometimes our mind can overpower our heart. Deep down we feel that we need to approach this situation calmly but up here, we think that the only way to approach this situation is with exasperation. Some people rarely follow their heart and allow the mind to control the circumstances. It's true that the brain is the central nervous system and without it functioning properly, we would be paralyzed. However, the heart is even more significant because without it we would be dead. I think that it is better to be paralyzed than dead. Don't you agree? Good vs. evil is a very difficult assumption because there is actually no right or wrong answer. All responses are welcome....

Liar

Have you ever lied before? Of course, we have all lied before in our lives but to a mother, it's difficult. I mean it is impossible to lie to my mother! Every time I think about lying to her, my hands start to shake and my breath feels heavy. It's beyond difficult and I can't seem to control it. 

A few weeks ago, my friends and I wanted to go to the mall. Well, the only problem was that we wanted to take the light rail to the mall. Hesitantly, I called my mother telling her that I was going home in my aunt's car. She could hear the tremble in my voice and immediately asked me if I was lying. Again, I could not lie to her! Impossible, impossible, impossible. "Um," and then it spilled out like a river flowing through a stream. Of course she wasn't mad or anything but boy did I get a mouth full. At the moment she was occupied and she allowed me to go to the mall with my friends. However, she called me every single minute to see if "I was having fun." Of course, she was calling to make sure that I was okay. That I wasn't kidnapped or God forbid dead. It's crazy but she is really really overprotective. I don't mind but there's a point were enough is enough. Try telling her that! So, to reduce anger in the house, I just try to listen to her and follow the rules. Whatever you want as long as you never fight! 

Mother's Day

Well, I just wanted to wish every mother a happy Mother's Day. I hope everybody is spending time with his/her mother. Also, helping them by cleaning the house or just waiting for them hand and foot. Unfortunately, my mother is working all day today! So, I am just going to clean our room and make her favorite dinner. Then when she comes home, she can just relax while I serve her the whole entire time. 

Mothers. Mothers are beautiful, kind, supportive, amazing, great, and every other word in the book. They are the wind beneath your wing, the apple of your eye, and the smile on your face. Sometimes I may fight with my mother but it's only for my sake. "Just the good of the family," she says. My family and I are her everything no matter what takes place in life. Life is difficult as it is but her support and kindness is beyond miraculous. The world is a scary place but her smile melts all the worries away. I love her and I just wanted to take the time to say this. My mother is my everything. Fights are common in my family but in the end of the day, everything works out. All we have to do is to look in each other's eyes and we both know what to say next. "I am sorry." 

That's all it takes.

Beauty

Frankly, beauty is not in the eye of the beholder. A person's point of view about beauty or anything majestic is not to be taken from another's words. It must be sensed and felt by oneself because the feeling of seeing something extraordinary is fantastic. Do not take on the assumption that as long as somebody says it's beautiful, then it is beautiful. Some people believe that a women's body should take the shape of an hourglass figure. However, all women come in different shapes and sizes and they are all beautiful. You mustn't judge art or character because of their appearance or shape but by the meaning it prevails. I can look at a drawing and think that it is just lines and shapes. However a person will find it fascinating for the color and lines represent a meaning so remarkable. Beauty. In other words, a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form that pleases the senses. Isn't this true? 

Birthday

For some, birthdays are the best time of the year and it's the most exciting event that takes place in your life. In fact, for children birthdays are the best gifts of life because everything on that day will be perfect and it is definitely worth celebrating. They will receive toys of all kinds and just can't wait to play with them for that occasion only. After playing witht the toys just once, they will either hide them under their bed forever or it will end up in the pile of "garbage". Now, for teenager it is the most important event in their life because they are one step closer to becoming independent. That beautiful car they always wanted or that amazing sweet sixteen they plan to throw. However, birthdays can also be the worst event in your life. In actuality, some adults can't wait until it is over. It is described as the "worst day in my life" because you are one step closer to being OLD.
It's my cousin's birthday today and I decided to give him a call and wish him a happy birthday. He lives in Germany and is two years younger than me. Funny story; when I called him, there were noises in the background and jeers taking place. He was having a birthday party with his closest friends. I was telling him how he was getting closer to owning a car and becoming independent but in a good way. He turns to me and says, "Now you have ruined my birthday!" I thought he would be excited but he said that every birthday "I feel as if I am one year younger not older." I thought that was a very ironic situation and wanted to share this story with you. I mean we feel as if every birthday will draw us closer to being older but in fact, every year on our birthday we tend to act silly and let loose. That one day is just an excuse to being happy and counting your blessings. You may not feel this way the next day but you know deep in your heart, you are lucky to be alive.

Cannot be

Every memory,

Every dream,

Every treasure, and

Every joy.

The wind beneath my wings,

The butterflies in my stomach,

The cupid that follows me everywhere,

and lastly

The smile

I remember a day better than no other;

A day to be cherished

A day to be excited about

A day above all days

It is a day when I was free

Free to speak my mind

Free to fly with the wind

Free to vote and prosper

Free to do the impossible.

My bliss and my ecstasy

Belief in the unimaginable.

I am not forgotten

yet I feel strong

dedicated

responsible

helpful

I am the bird

Free 

Excited

Clean

Clear

unchained

uncensored

unforgotten

A beauty within the worm's home.