I have found one of the weaknesses in my memory.
Try as I might, no matter what I do to try and prevent this, I forget my keys. And this isn't the normal where did I place my keys, this the Ack it is raining/I am late/mindless action where I just toss my keys to the side and then the minute I close the door or trunk I turn around in dread.
Thankfully it only happens when my mind is elsewhere but heabajeabas that is still bad.
So now I am stuck at school until my brother comes with his key from Fort Worth and going to class with absolutely no supplies.
Not to mention my low fever and fatigue is getting to me.
Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About Me. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
ReVisited: Ticking of the Clock
To tell the truth, part of the reason why I took a year too long to get to a Rheumatologist and deal with my disease is because I was resigned to dying.
I may be young but I have completed most of my goals:
I became an Educator and have positively effected some of the younger generation;
I dabbled in Human Medicine and I got certified in Veterinary Medicine;
I've had my heart broken and trampled on but at the same time I experienced life;
I met one of my Soul Mates and we are just the closest platonically, she is my lifelong friend and I have no qualms about the lack of romantic interest;
I have the greatest of friends, even though I am bad at keeping in contact they are always there for me;
I made it past 18 and graduated High School.
I may not have done THAT much but that much of what I have done have been pretty much the bombdiggity, to use slang. So when I was told that I had Rheumatoid Arthritis and that if I didn't do anything to treat it that I would die at a younger age, I felt that it was okay. It would be okay for me to leave because I have reached each of my goals, maybe not to the fullest extent that I wanted but I had reached them all the same. So I went with the flow and let it do to my body whatever it wanted to. Of course I would miss my friends and family but when you feel ready you feel ready...
My clock running out of tick tock with the end in sight.
But...
Then I met someone. I met someone incredible, someone that did not know how amazing and special and spectacular they are. I met someone who didn't just see me, I met someone that wanted to see me and they want to see what I can do. Someone who didn't see me the same way others did.
No matter what anyone says, this person has affected my life in such a big way I don't know if they could ever fully understand the feeling they give me or that I could correctly convey how much they mean to me.
I want to do more than just what I accomplished before, I want to extend those, I want to follow the new pathways that have opened up. I want to conquer this disease.
I want to conquer what could be the greatest obstacle in my life because I now know that even though you may have done some great things in your life if you just hold out a little longer and don't resign something extraordinary will happen. That the moment you find the will to go on is the moment that your path goes from great to Legendary.
They gave me a reason to want to stay longer. They gave me a reason to stick around and see what I can do with them. They gave me hope that if I stuck around, something truly breathtaking and beautiful will happen. I want to show them. I am going to show them just how undeniably gorgeous and brilliant they are. That no matter how badly they might doubt themselves that they are so very incorrect.
I am going to make sure they know that in at least one person's world, they made all the difference. That in my world, they pretty much are what keeps me spinning.
In just a split second of my life, I was rewound.
My clock will go on ticking.
I may be young but I have completed most of my goals:
I became an Educator and have positively effected some of the younger generation;
I dabbled in Human Medicine and I got certified in Veterinary Medicine;
I've had my heart broken and trampled on but at the same time I experienced life;
I met one of my Soul Mates and we are just the closest platonically, she is my lifelong friend and I have no qualms about the lack of romantic interest;
I have the greatest of friends, even though I am bad at keeping in contact they are always there for me;
I made it past 18 and graduated High School.
I may not have done THAT much but that much of what I have done have been pretty much the bombdiggity, to use slang. So when I was told that I had Rheumatoid Arthritis and that if I didn't do anything to treat it that I would die at a younger age, I felt that it was okay. It would be okay for me to leave because I have reached each of my goals, maybe not to the fullest extent that I wanted but I had reached them all the same. So I went with the flow and let it do to my body whatever it wanted to. Of course I would miss my friends and family but when you feel ready you feel ready...
My clock running out of tick tock with the end in sight.
But...
Then I met someone. I met someone incredible, someone that did not know how amazing and special and spectacular they are. I met someone who didn't just see me, I met someone that wanted to see me and they want to see what I can do. Someone who didn't see me the same way others did.
No matter what anyone says, this person has affected my life in such a big way I don't know if they could ever fully understand the feeling they give me or that I could correctly convey how much they mean to me.
I want to do more than just what I accomplished before, I want to extend those, I want to follow the new pathways that have opened up. I want to conquer this disease.
I want to conquer what could be the greatest obstacle in my life because I now know that even though you may have done some great things in your life if you just hold out a little longer and don't resign something extraordinary will happen. That the moment you find the will to go on is the moment that your path goes from great to Legendary.
They gave me a reason to want to stay longer. They gave me a reason to stick around and see what I can do with them. They gave me hope that if I stuck around, something truly breathtaking and beautiful will happen. I want to show them. I am going to show them just how undeniably gorgeous and brilliant they are. That no matter how badly they might doubt themselves that they are so very incorrect.
I am going to make sure they know that in at least one person's world, they made all the difference. That in my world, they pretty much are what keeps me spinning.
In just a split second of my life, I was rewound.
My clock will go on ticking.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
It's Funny How Much a Person Can Affect You
A Couple of Years in the Making, my short biography on my writing is now complete. From when I was a wee lad in my early years to the end of my High School Career. I hope you all enjoy it to an extent.
So everyone doesn't feel left out; I have been so blessed to have met all of you and each of you are near and dear to my heart.
It's Funny How Much a Person Can Affect You
I live with my family. I have a brother a mom a dad an aunt and a grandma. My brother plays football. My mom works at home. My dad drives trucks. My aunt is a broker and financial aid. My grandma stays home too.
We have lived in this house for 12 years. But I moved a lot. One time we lived in Austin. Then we moved to Plano. Then to Houston. And then back to Plano. To Colorado. To Plano. Then we was kicked out and went to McKinney. Then to Plano. Basic we moved around a lot.
I've been too many schools in my life. There was a time where I went to kindergarten in the morning. Then at daycare for an hour. After that a first grader in the afternoon. But that didn't last long. We moved away to Colorado. Ponderosa was the new school. It was hard being new, but I made a best friend. But we had to move again. This time we went to Denver. Where I went to Trailblazer for second and third grade! It was a good time. It was tragic when we left to return to Plano. I was at Skaggs for third grade to fith grade.
In Sixth Grade was where I met my best friend. Dakota. We both played the flute and had the same class for a few periods. We had lunch together. We both played video games. But this grade was the year where I was angry and mad and not very good person. First time I had a honors class. The one step that has made me take honors classes forever. This was also the first year where I wasn't with my brother in school. It made me lonely. It wasn't good, when one day I walked into English class and my teacher asked me if I was okay. I asked why. She said that I was being withdrawn out of the PISD and would have to find a school in a different district. I was angry, and I don't know why. It just wasn't fair. But I met someone in McKinney, her name was---
Courtney. She was very different. The first person that teased me but still liked me. We spent a lot of time being around each other because of the things we had in common. We both were in band. We both loved animals. And most of all, we both loved books. The library was our haven. The place we go to after a hard school day. Between the both of us we probably read more than half the library. We had our arguments every now and then. About books. About life. But the next day we were just your regular close friends again. Poking, pinching, talking to each other. It hurt, when I found out that I was being transferred to Plano. I promised her I'd come back.
I never did.
She was my first crush.
The first day I came back to Plano was interesting indeed, I mean my brother was back in the same school as I. I was placed in the Concert Maroon Band, which I couldn't complain much about, I enjoyed playing in that band. The amazing part was, on the first day, even though I was late to first period, cause the councilor didn't print out my schedule ahead of time. Dakota recognized me instantly, I even sat across from him. First thing he said to me was, “I can't believe you still have that binder.” Hahahah. He was talking about my yellow binder I've had since 3rd Grade. It was deja vu for me, I've had dreams before of returning back to Plano. Funny, how I knew a person before I really met them.
The one thing I didn't see was how much just seeing Beryl made me feel. I didn't see her until second semester in art. Roll was being called and I was excited. The butterflies were flapping, I actually had a class with her. But I looked around the room, and didn't see her there. Until someone said that she was at home due to Mononucleosis. But I heard that she would be coming back soon, so I waited. The first day she returned, I think my heart lept 10 beats. She looked just the way I imagined. I was nervous about talking to you, worried that you wouldn't recognize me, but the first thing you said was, along the lines, "It's been a while Jimmy." She turned her head and smiled at me. After that, I spent most of my time in art with you. Then the year ended. We went our separate ways, but I got her number. I never called, was too nervous.
It was a nerve-wracking Summer. I was enrolled into McKinney ISD at the newly opened school, McKinney Boyd. A whole bunch of honors and AP courses going under my belt but a week before school started I was withdrawn and coerced to go to Jasper High School.
OOC: Wait a sec, did I even have the word coerce in my vocabulary back then? I guess it doesn't really matter too much at this point...
IC: I think it's funny how everytime I say I am going to move I don't and when I say I won't I do. I won't go into detail what happened at Jasper as it hadn't affected me writing much. I will say though that I stopped using one worded answers for the most part.
Fast Forward to my Junior and Senior year of High School. It was quite intriguing to note that my writing style had grown and perhaps reached it's true base level in terms of my philosophy of writing... Which, I'll have you know also brought to light the fact that the English course is highly subjective seeing as my Junior English Teacher LOVED my style while my Senior English Teacher wasn't too fond of it. But this paper isn't about them, it's about the people I've met.
It was a rather strange experience going to Plano West, mainly because I had transferred over from Plano Senior and in doing so left a lot of my close friends; I had a mission though, a mission to have the same teacher for all four years of high school. I am proud and glad to say that I achieved that goal thanks to a Miss Ashley Norris turned Mrs. Ashley Richie turned Mother Ashley Richie; Single, Married, and had a Child, if that caused any prior confusion. I am excited to note however that by the end of my wondrous four years with her, I had formed a bond that will stand the test of time and scrutiny of the world. From the oral blunder that was our first year to the spectacular fourth year, going on sixth now. Ashley Richie is truly a person that has left her mark in my life.
But don't worry my unknown audience, I don't have a thing for her :P My Latin family is truly a force to be reckoned with.
Along with my Latin family is my PALs family... A wondrous family of 18 people of different skill sets and personalities. They became the ground for which I was able to walk across the stage for my diploma. We had great adventures together; Lots of parties, helping the school, doing behind the scenes work, making music, cooking food, and generally doing things a family would. I have no doubt in my mind that we will always support each other. (: So I'd like to make a shout out to each and every single one of them, in no particular order.
To Chase White, Sam Snelling, Hector Meza, Claire Henson, Lynda Hercules, Mollie Kirk, Molly McMichael, Michael Cozzi, Blake Baldridge, Sydney Lucero, Marla Salamon, Colton Hager, Meagan Auer, Ana Rodriguez, Kim Langston, Amy Boykin, and Marco Pisterzi:
Thank you soo much for being there in our senior year. All of you have helped me grow and I can only wish that I was able to help you grow as well. We are all going to do great things and I want you to know that I will be cheering all of you on and will be as supportive as I can be.
Originally I was going to tell you what the outcome of my writing style has been after 12 years of Public Education but then I thought to myself... Wouldn't it be more fun if I had people try and figure out what my writing philosophy is?
And here we are, so kudos to those of you who can figure out what my writing style is.
Next Up On My To Write List: College, The First Year.
Hahahah, Only joking :P
Or am I?
This was Completed on Wednesday, May 18, 2011 at 1:03am after 2 and a Half Years.
So everyone doesn't feel left out; I have been so blessed to have met all of you and each of you are near and dear to my heart.
It's Funny How Much a Person Can Affect You
I live with my family. I have a brother a mom a dad an aunt and a grandma. My brother plays football. My mom works at home. My dad drives trucks. My aunt is a broker and financial aid. My grandma stays home too.
We have lived in this house for 12 years. But I moved a lot. One time we lived in Austin. Then we moved to Plano. Then to Houston. And then back to Plano. To Colorado. To Plano. Then we was kicked out and went to McKinney. Then to Plano. Basic we moved around a lot.
I've been too many schools in my life. There was a time where I went to kindergarten in the morning. Then at daycare for an hour. After that a first grader in the afternoon. But that didn't last long. We moved away to Colorado. Ponderosa was the new school. It was hard being new, but I made a best friend. But we had to move again. This time we went to Denver. Where I went to Trailblazer for second and third grade! It was a good time. It was tragic when we left to return to Plano. I was at Skaggs for third grade to fith grade.
In Sixth Grade was where I met my best friend. Dakota. We both played the flute and had the same class for a few periods. We had lunch together. We both played video games. But this grade was the year where I was angry and mad and not very good person. First time I had a honors class. The one step that has made me take honors classes forever. This was also the first year where I wasn't with my brother in school. It made me lonely. It wasn't good, when one day I walked into English class and my teacher asked me if I was okay. I asked why. She said that I was being withdrawn out of the PISD and would have to find a school in a different district. I was angry, and I don't know why. It just wasn't fair. But I met someone in McKinney, her name was---
Courtney. She was very different. The first person that teased me but still liked me. We spent a lot of time being around each other because of the things we had in common. We both were in band. We both loved animals. And most of all, we both loved books. The library was our haven. The place we go to after a hard school day. Between the both of us we probably read more than half the library. We had our arguments every now and then. About books. About life. But the next day we were just your regular close friends again. Poking, pinching, talking to each other. It hurt, when I found out that I was being transferred to Plano. I promised her I'd come back.
I never did.
She was my first crush.
The first day I came back to Plano was interesting indeed, I mean my brother was back in the same school as I. I was placed in the Concert Maroon Band, which I couldn't complain much about, I enjoyed playing in that band. The amazing part was, on the first day, even though I was late to first period, cause the councilor didn't print out my schedule ahead of time. Dakota recognized me instantly, I even sat across from him. First thing he said to me was, “I can't believe you still have that binder.” Hahahah. He was talking about my yellow binder I've had since 3rd Grade. It was deja vu for me, I've had dreams before of returning back to Plano. Funny, how I knew a person before I really met them.
The one thing I didn't see was how much just seeing Beryl made me feel. I didn't see her until second semester in art. Roll was being called and I was excited. The butterflies were flapping, I actually had a class with her. But I looked around the room, and didn't see her there. Until someone said that she was at home due to Mononucleosis. But I heard that she would be coming back soon, so I waited. The first day she returned, I think my heart lept 10 beats. She looked just the way I imagined. I was nervous about talking to you, worried that you wouldn't recognize me, but the first thing you said was, along the lines, "It's been a while Jimmy." She turned her head and smiled at me. After that, I spent most of my time in art with you. Then the year ended. We went our separate ways, but I got her number. I never called, was too nervous.
It was a nerve-wracking Summer. I was enrolled into McKinney ISD at the newly opened school, McKinney Boyd. A whole bunch of honors and AP courses going under my belt but a week before school started I was withdrawn and coerced to go to Jasper High School.
OOC: Wait a sec, did I even have the word coerce in my vocabulary back then? I guess it doesn't really matter too much at this point...
IC: I think it's funny how everytime I say I am going to move I don't and when I say I won't I do. I won't go into detail what happened at Jasper as it hadn't affected me writing much. I will say though that I stopped using one worded answers for the most part.
Fast Forward to my Junior and Senior year of High School. It was quite intriguing to note that my writing style had grown and perhaps reached it's true base level in terms of my philosophy of writing... Which, I'll have you know also brought to light the fact that the English course is highly subjective seeing as my Junior English Teacher LOVED my style while my Senior English Teacher wasn't too fond of it. But this paper isn't about them, it's about the people I've met.
It was a rather strange experience going to Plano West, mainly because I had transferred over from Plano Senior and in doing so left a lot of my close friends; I had a mission though, a mission to have the same teacher for all four years of high school. I am proud and glad to say that I achieved that goal thanks to a Miss Ashley Norris turned Mrs. Ashley Richie turned Mother Ashley Richie; Single, Married, and had a Child, if that caused any prior confusion. I am excited to note however that by the end of my wondrous four years with her, I had formed a bond that will stand the test of time and scrutiny of the world. From the oral blunder that was our first year to the spectacular fourth year, going on sixth now. Ashley Richie is truly a person that has left her mark in my life.
But don't worry my unknown audience, I don't have a thing for her :P My Latin family is truly a force to be reckoned with.
Along with my Latin family is my PALs family... A wondrous family of 18 people of different skill sets and personalities. They became the ground for which I was able to walk across the stage for my diploma. We had great adventures together; Lots of parties, helping the school, doing behind the scenes work, making music, cooking food, and generally doing things a family would. I have no doubt in my mind that we will always support each other. (: So I'd like to make a shout out to each and every single one of them, in no particular order.
To Chase White, Sam Snelling, Hector Meza, Claire Henson, Lynda Hercules, Mollie Kirk, Molly McMichael, Michael Cozzi, Blake Baldridge, Sydney Lucero, Marla Salamon, Colton Hager, Meagan Auer, Ana Rodriguez, Kim Langston, Amy Boykin, and Marco Pisterzi:
Thank you soo much for being there in our senior year. All of you have helped me grow and I can only wish that I was able to help you grow as well. We are all going to do great things and I want you to know that I will be cheering all of you on and will be as supportive as I can be.
Originally I was going to tell you what the outcome of my writing style has been after 12 years of Public Education but then I thought to myself... Wouldn't it be more fun if I had people try and figure out what my writing philosophy is?
And here we are, so kudos to those of you who can figure out what my writing style is.
Next Up On My To Write List: College, The First Year.
Hahahah, Only joking :P
Or am I?
This was Completed on Wednesday, May 18, 2011 at 1:03am after 2 and a Half Years.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
True Story: About Fans
Those of you who don't know, Texas was victim to the Snowpocalypse that recently attacked the nation.
I live in Texas, Plano in fact.
Now here is the short true story.
I didn't realize I had my ceiling fan on throughout the week until one day I said, "It's hot," when it was in fact 20 degrees. I went to go turn my fan on and was surprised to find that it was already on.
Gaaaaaah, I love the cold/cool air of the fan (:
I live in Texas, Plano in fact.
Now here is the short true story.
I didn't realize I had my ceiling fan on throughout the week until one day I said, "It's hot," when it was in fact 20 degrees. I went to go turn my fan on and was surprised to find that it was already on.
Gaaaaaah, I love the cold/cool air of the fan (:
Monday, November 15, 2010
Far Behind and Yet too Far Ahead
I... I think in trying to keep up with the world, even though I'm still super far behind, I've lost sight of who I am...
Heck, [which has been brought to my attention as a Curse Word and I'm sorry if it bothers you but I didn't grow up using it as anything but an exclamatory remark], I can't even tell people my favorite color, my favorite genre, one of my favorite hobbies without being casted into a stereotype to which I do not belong.
So now I'm stuck in some far off middle area. I'm so far behind in the world that every chance I make to catch up puts me in a position where I don't want to be. I'm too far ahead that when I try to go back to the simple things that please me I can't fully get there, by this I mean with my Art and Schooling. I've found myself in the worst predicament where I'm asking myself "Why am I here doing this?"
So in an attempt to realign myself to who I AM and not what people seem to expect of me I will do a little introductory. Sorta like a party since I've finally moved this blog over to this account ^^
I hope that little tidbit is interesting enough that you'd like to talk, I'm quite a great and deep guy from what my peers say. You can only find out how I think of myself by talking to me anyway.
Anywho, for those of you have taken the time to read this, I give you my humblest thanks. My writing is a bit rusty but I'm hoping that I'll have more time for this.
Thanks,
~ Simba Maliki
Heck, [which has been brought to my attention as a Curse Word and I'm sorry if it bothers you but I didn't grow up using it as anything but an exclamatory remark], I can't even tell people my favorite color, my favorite genre, one of my favorite hobbies without being casted into a stereotype to which I do not belong.
So now I'm stuck in some far off middle area. I'm so far behind in the world that every chance I make to catch up puts me in a position where I don't want to be. I'm too far ahead that when I try to go back to the simple things that please me I can't fully get there, by this I mean with my Art and Schooling. I've found myself in the worst predicament where I'm asking myself "Why am I here doing this?"
So in an attempt to realign myself to who I AM and not what people seem to expect of me I will do a little introductory. Sorta like a party since I've finally moved this blog over to this account ^^
Hi, my name is Jimmy, but my self proclaimed nickname and pen-name is "Simba Po Maliki."
Yes that's right, it's based on the character Simba from the Greatest Movie ever, The Lion King. Before you ask, that is not Simba's last name from the movie, he was not given a last name, same for all the characters. He in the sense is who I have aligned myself to be but I am not him, we may share the same first name and a few personality traits but that is all coincidental, except for the name.
Now you may think this is a little bit silly, "Why in the world is an adult relating himself to a child's movie? That must say a lot about his character and maturity." Wrong. I believe in this for the same reason any person believes in a religion. No I am not saying that I'm making some sort of new religion, far from it, I am an Animistic Christian. When I had my "public schooling" crisis, which everyone eventually hits that little identity crisis, I found no solace in going to the Christian world. Instead I found myself drawn to the library and the books, but the thing that helped my most through that time was the Disney Classic, The Lion King. It was then at that point that I told myself that, like little Simba, I am running away into the desert and that one day I will come back. Make fun of me what you will, I stand firm in my beliefs. You will not see me mocking you for your beliefs in your religion, for what are beliefs than just lessons from stories and that is precisely what religion is about. And coincidentally a movie has story too!
I'm quite a good-neutralist and, according to my peers, altruistic. A quality I am very proud of which attributes to my admiration for the iconic Knight, the real ones were pretty good but had their faults. My friends tell me that I'm a great person to talk to for rants and problems. I am always open for a little one on one talking, just contact me by going to the contact page or asking something on this account.
Anyway enough of that big deep stuff, time for lists because everyone would rather look at the cursory details instead of the big stuff. ;)Everything else you'd want to know about me is only a conversation away. Or you could visit my formspring, http://www.formspring.me/SimbaMaliki It's not like those kiddy little trend things that you see on most formspring accounts. Ask a question and I try to answer it to the best of my abilities.
- My Favorite Color is, in chronological order, Purple, Red, and Lavender
- My Favorite Movie is The Lion King
- My Favorite Genre of Movies and Books is Romance
- My Favorite TV Shows include: the Big Bang Theory, Charmed, Dragontales, Mike&Molly, Power Rangers, Smallville, and Supernatural
- My Primary and Favorite instrument is the Flute, I am a Flautist.
- I love playing Video Games and Walking
- I am a Hopeless Romantic
My number one goal in life is to run into that special someone. Pretty Generic yes, but the Journey is what makes it special (:
I hope that little tidbit is interesting enough that you'd like to talk, I'm quite a great and deep guy from what my peers say. You can only find out how I think of myself by talking to me anyway.
Anywho, for those of you have taken the time to read this, I give you my humblest thanks. My writing is a bit rusty but I'm hoping that I'll have more time for this.
Thanks,
~ Simba Maliki
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
My Artistic Creativity
It's a road trip. I have the map, I know where all the stops are, where I'm headed and everything.
The only problem? I have no car and no money. Therefore I walk and can't get paid transportation.
Hence, it takes me 40 times as long as it should to get what I want out on paper.
^ Except for that, that was pretty quick. Anyway, Car and Money is just medium really... And time, objects used to help display the time it would take to do it normally.
The only problem? I have no car and no money. Therefore I walk and can't get paid transportation.
Hence, it takes me 40 times as long as it should to get what I want out on paper.
^ Except for that, that was pretty quick. Anyway, Car and Money is just medium really... And time, objects used to help display the time it would take to do it normally.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I Don't Exactly Know Who I Am, a Horrible Reflective
It's not a very good essay but It's one I wrote today... I feel that the message that is supposed to come across the most are the three quotes. At the Beginning, Middle and End.
Jimmy Bui
Sharon Townsend
English – 6th
17 September 2009
I Don’t Exactly Know Who I Am
“Never Lose Sight of Yourself in the Face of Others”
~ Anonymous
A Personal Narrative about me would be incredibly difficult to write. It’s not that I’m a bad writer or anything of the sort. It’s hard to because of my personality flaw. In order for me to be happy, the most effective way for me to be happy, is to make other people happy. Therefore, I’m just slightly bit different with each person I interact with, a small façade it may be but a mask is a mask.
At “Home,” the place where people are supposed to show their true selves is the place where I am least myself. I seclude myself in the comforts of my bedroom, leaving only for the necessities or to separate myself further from the world by walking. Conversing with my family at home is nearly non-existent. The only person I feel comfortable enough to talk to is my younger brother, Alex.
When I am with my best friend, Dakota, the side of me that enjoys intellectual conversations and loves playing video games is most apparent. You’d probably see us sitting in the living room couch in front of the TV with Xbox 360 controllers in our hands in a heated game of Halo 3. And while we’re playing, we might be talking about the topic of life or relationships. We could just about talk about anything and turn it into a complex conversation with references pulled from books, Google/Wikipedia, or even knowledge gathered over the years. More often than not, we’d be in a semi-heated talk about how I am too much of a doormat. Complaining about how I’m always trying to please everyone, going out of my way, just to make someone’s day a little better. His most famous line would be,
“Jimmy. / Everyone deserves to be happy and most of all you. / All the happiness you give to the world and there’s never any left for you. /”
~ Dakota Reynolds
At school I am the strong one, the guy who does his own thing. One instance, I’ll be happy with a group of people. Another, I’ll be talking one on one about someone’s problem. Another, I am the one who shows. Then there are the instances where, I feel like I don’t belong in this place, I am too different. But no one sees me in those instances because I follow the code, “A King must never let his people see him cry.”
But who am I really? I'm one of those guys. Who at the end of the day. Will be crying themselves to sleep.
“Some people try too hard to make others around them happy that at the end of the day… There isn't any left for them.”
~ Anonymous
Jimmy Bui
Sharon Townsend
English – 6th
17 September 2009
I Don’t Exactly Know Who I Am
“Never Lose Sight of Yourself in the Face of Others”
~ Anonymous
A Personal Narrative about me would be incredibly difficult to write. It’s not that I’m a bad writer or anything of the sort. It’s hard to because of my personality flaw. In order for me to be happy, the most effective way for me to be happy, is to make other people happy. Therefore, I’m just slightly bit different with each person I interact with, a small façade it may be but a mask is a mask.
At “Home,” the place where people are supposed to show their true selves is the place where I am least myself. I seclude myself in the comforts of my bedroom, leaving only for the necessities or to separate myself further from the world by walking. Conversing with my family at home is nearly non-existent. The only person I feel comfortable enough to talk to is my younger brother, Alex.
When I am with my best friend, Dakota, the side of me that enjoys intellectual conversations and loves playing video games is most apparent. You’d probably see us sitting in the living room couch in front of the TV with Xbox 360 controllers in our hands in a heated game of Halo 3. And while we’re playing, we might be talking about the topic of life or relationships. We could just about talk about anything and turn it into a complex conversation with references pulled from books, Google/Wikipedia, or even knowledge gathered over the years. More often than not, we’d be in a semi-heated talk about how I am too much of a doormat. Complaining about how I’m always trying to please everyone, going out of my way, just to make someone’s day a little better. His most famous line would be,
“Jimmy. / Everyone deserves to be happy and most of all you. / All the happiness you give to the world and there’s never any left for you. /”
~ Dakota Reynolds
At school I am the strong one, the guy who does his own thing. One instance, I’ll be happy with a group of people. Another, I’ll be talking one on one about someone’s problem. Another, I am the one who shows. Then there are the instances where, I feel like I don’t belong in this place, I am too different. But no one sees me in those instances because I follow the code, “A King must never let his people see him cry.”
But who am I really? I'm one of those guys. Who at the end of the day. Will be crying themselves to sleep.
“Some people try too hard to make others around them happy that at the end of the day… There isn't any left for them.”
~ Anonymous
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
AM: Recovering Heart
Anyone who's read this knows by now that I haven't asked anyone out because of a promise I made.
And this promise is as stated
"I promise to only ask one girl to be my girlfriend."
Dumb Promise huh?
Well I don't think it is because I've followed it for a long time now.
But I seem to have found two loopholes
Says I can't ask, so if they ask, I am allowed to say yes.
or
I could always ask them to marry me C:
well I guess thats all I have.
And this promise is as stated
"I promise to only ask one girl to be my girlfriend."
Dumb Promise huh?
Well I don't think it is because I've followed it for a long time now.
But I seem to have found two loopholes
Says I can't ask, so if they ask, I am allowed to say yes.
or
I could always ask them to marry me C:
well I guess thats all I have.
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