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Everything's the same

Let me start off by saying that there once was a barrier on my blog. I didn't write all my feelings. I always put a barrier. I didn't write past a certain level of openness because it might sound weird or whatever. Not anymore. So let's begin. They say money can't buy happiness. It can. It really can. For every 1 person with money and an unhappy life, there are 100 people with around that much mula and they are extremely happy. I just got a job and I'm walking around school wondering why every girl isn't on two knees as I walk by. Like hello, I'm different  now. I have a job! Where is the attention I expected? Everyday, I have the money (and not the time to use it, which is another topic), yet I can't be with girls I like. This is why I feel the people that are happy are actually those who can be with those who they like. And that isn't based on monetary things. I used to think that with some more money I could buy these clothes and look good and g...

Welcome To Delhi

"Talaashi lelo", ("search me"). The words still ring in my ears. As I was getting on the bus on the second day I have been in India, 3 women sandwiched me and the first thing I did was put my hands on my pockets. I didn't expect anything to be stolen but I was somewhat scared of that happening and the quickest thing I could think of was putting them on top. I felt my phone and my wallet but I felt my phone slip out. I didn't even have room to look down because someone's shoulder was literally under my chin*. I noticed right away and all I could say was "ma....my phone" and she said who took his phone and this one guy pulled out his phone and asked the number to dial it. I of course didn't have service and when I said that he said things as if he was the one who took it, plus he was one of the people directly behind the women (who were probably part of the work). My mom said if you have it then give it, to which he responded "talaashi...

Untitled

I don't understand what people do. I'm in Los Angeles, the second largest city in the USA and the 12th largest city in the world. Yet still, I'm at a loss for things to do with my family. Please take your time to add to this list. Shopping at Galleria, 3rd Street Promenade, Topanga Mall or other nice places Bowling? Six Flags or other amusement parks Movies Out to eat The Beach Now let me also add that maybe we don't do activities because of our hesitance to spend money. I just had a long conversation with my parents after I tried to impromptu take everyone to watch Despicable Me 2 because my sister wanted to go and my Dad watched 1 yesterday so he would understand 2. The conversation consisted of me telling everyone that for the past 16 years we don't do anything as a family. Every weekend it's the same thing, my parents watch TV again and again, and I just sit there on the computer. So we planned to go to a Hindi movie today, but I said it's n...

Same act, different views

Many people find the same thing either sweet or creepy. I have a friend who always walked the girl he liked to class and was outside her classes after class. She thought it was the sweetest thing, and they ended up going out(not just because of that haha). I know another guy, whom walked the girl he liked to class and he was outside her classes after class and she thought it was THE creepiest thing ever. So what I realize is that many people will view the same thing differently. But what I think determines it is how attracted you are to the person. For example, someone attractive can go upto a girl he has never spoken to and say that they should hang out because he wants to get to know her better and she would find him to be so dreamy because he's straightforward. If someone who she found unattractive did that same exact thing, it would then be creepy. So you can't please everyone, you can't constantly modify how you act depending on who you like. If the girl you like liste...

Thin Line

I struggle to choose whether I am to feel humble or confident. I saw an interview of Kevin Durant and he said that he believes Lebron, Kobe, and Dwyane Wade are 1a. 1b. and 1c. in the league. The interviewer says where is Kevin in the league? He says thriving to try and be as good as them. In the youtube comments, people appreciated his humble behavior. But others say someone should be confident in themselves. I don't understand which is better? I think you have to do what you want because yes, in the end we DO care about what people think, BUT you can't please everyone so you do what you would like to. Here's the link  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvWxE97FwAI

Position

So my Dad and I just get home from biking. It was a great trip, my mom drove us to the West Hills Walmart with my bike in the car, my dad bought a bike, and we went biking from there. As soon as we got home, he started yelling at my Mom because she didn't scan my passport before sending it for renewal, although the clerk confirmed that we would receive the original back. I told him not to yell and he told me not to butt into their conversation. I said it's not a conversation and he's just yelling. He said you're not in the position to be saying anything and I said you're not in a position to yell at my mom. That was almost a week ago and he brought it up again today. This brings up a few points, one, why do we seem to have preset positions for people in households specifically, and society? Two, was I wrong in what I said to my Dad?

The Rich Get Richer

My friend goes to a charity event which is something only rich people are going to go to anyway. He records Chris Brown shit talking a valet dude and proceeds to call TMZ and sells the video for $1,000. This kid already spends the amount of money in one month that I spend in probably 6 months and he has the opportunity to just get more money. I don't like society.

Responsibility

I think it's too much responsibility to give high school kids. Their future is far too important to be placed in their hands when they're 14-18. Although hard work and paying attention in school is a behavior taught as a kid, if someone is unfortunate as to not have parents whom motivate them towards performing well, they won't know better and fix their mistake in high school. The age is too young to hand such big responsibility. If someone performs poorly in high school, really, their whole future is set to go downhill. There's no way that they can get into a good college and attain a well-paying, respectable job. At this point they have to make the choice between poorly-paying yet legal and partially respectable, or well-paying yet illegal and unrespectable. The cycle will either continue or break here. When they have children, they will either definitely motivate them to do well or not motivate them because it wasn't done to them.

Time

Time doesn't wait for anybody, my parents say, especially when I tell them how I spent x amount of hours doing nothing productive. I appreciate being productive. But this past week I spent a long time playing video games. (29 hours to be exact) I could've picked up a new sport in that much time, made $290 at minimum wage, mastered a subject, and much more. Before that I was playing another game (although less and more of web browsing), and before that another. I feel that I should start from the base and work upwards and REMOVE the unnecessary things. Bases would be your most loved hobbies, which for me would be volleyball, biking, and more that I'll pick up. So im announcing to everyone that I will spend NO MORE than ONE hour of (tracked) time on the computer. 2 on weekends.

Excuses

As human beings, no matter who you are, we are all great at making excuses. Not to anyone else, but to ourselves. We often see videos on Youtube, pictures in magazines, people on TV, and people in person doing what we aspire to do. We know the path to reach it; hard work and constant practice. Yet we don't do it. We make an excuse. "They're born with a fit build", "They're naturally tall so they do better", "I just don't have the time". We make the excuse then see it again the next week, aspire for that, and repeat. We never get past our excuses. We don't make time but we will gladly spend time making excuses.

zIt's Too Easy To Pirate

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This is ridiculous. I remember the first day I pirated. I had installed Limewire and it was so simple to search and download songs my sister was so amazed along with me. We told my dad and he said "Okay, as long as cops don't show up at my door it's fine". Worst response. I feel so guilty pirating now. I have pirated my whole life but now I feel guilty. I don't know the last time I asked someone "You pirate your songs?" and they answered "No, I buy them". People, even I would argue that the artists make money from concerts, but that's still not what they have worked for. They worked for these tens of thousands of sales you can see in the picture, which shows all of Thepiratebay's audio torrents sorted by downloads. I feel that the figures reported to these artists aren't anywhere close to the listeners they have. I can with confidence say that you can EASILY double the sales on iTunes. Not to mention that there are other legitimate ...

This Conundrum We Call Love

My parents don't love each other.  It affects my life. Everyday I come home to a household of not even friends. My parents treat each other like roommates. Their marriage was just out of "this is something I just gotta do". If my parents had the love of a love marriage, I think my life would even be different. My mom seems to always just be okay or sad. I haven't seen my mom happy in maybe 3 years, when my sister graduated. I can obviously give my love but that's not enough. They fight/come to a strong disagreement at least twice a week.Every moment they share results in a negative remark from one side to the other. Worst of all, there's nothing I can do about it. I feel that one day I'm going to be the one telling my dad about love when it should be the other way around. (Copy/paste from other post) My parents have never hugged in front of me. I've seen them hold hands once, January 2012, near the Madamme Tussauds Wax Museum, while we were walking tow...