| Wow. So this is the first time I've signed on to Xanga since December 2005. Looking back at my old posts, I'm a little ... surprised. I changed a lot. I've matured alot, and I didn't realize it until I looked at the physical proof. Good thing I had a Xanga back then. So I'm going to post a blog every so often to keep track of my ... development (for lack of a better word choice). I cringe at my old "tyte"s, "aint"s, and "cuz"s. Ew. And I really don't know what to write, I wonder if anyone still uses Xanga. 1. Quotes. "People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you succeed, you will win some false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight. Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, others may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow. Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough for some people. Give the world your best anyway. You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; it was never between you and them anyway." - Mother Teresa "The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he still lives." - Albert Einstein. "She wanted his profession of feelings to do the trick. She really did. She knew he wanted that too. Whether he spoke the truth or not, he thought he could make her feel better, and he really, really wanted to. But it wasn't what she needed. Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him." - Bridget & Eric, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants "She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not." - Lena, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ""You once woke up in the middle of the night and asked me if Daddy knew you were sad." Carmen rolled onto her side and propped her cheek on her palm. "Do you think he knew?" Christina paused. "I think he told himself you were okay." She was quiet again. "Sometimes you tell yourself the things you need to hear."" - Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Me & Shefali in Marketing one day 'cause we were bored (2007): "One day, there was a boy named _____. He was so weird, he ate grass." - Me "But there was also a girl who loved him, she thought he had class" - Shefali "At first all was gold and sparkling, but it soon tarnished to brass." - Me "He played her for a fool and was a total ass!" - Shefali 2. My journalism application Why do I want to be on the newspaper staff? The answer to that question would be a complex mass of feelings that cannot quite be put into words. The simplest response that's the closest to the truth would be because I love to write and I want my writing to be read (I would have italicized those last six words, but then again, I think of how skilled journalists need no additional text decorations for their words to hit home, and I refrained.) I'm having way too much fun writing this. Anyway, moving on: I love to write. I don't know how apparent my passion for writing is, or whether you, the reader, is able to tell through this 475-500-word "essay" that I really enjoy writing (really, I could write an essay for you in a heartbeat, but I thought that this writing style gives me a lot more space to show you who I am, which is the point of the application, no?). In either case, journalism seemed like a great opportunity for my work to be read by the public. Authors love to write, but they love to have their writing connect with readers even more. I have written many things and gotten (positive) feedback from many teachers, but I rarely ever have a chance to expose my writing to a mass of people my own age. I am very sorry that this "essay" has so far been structured very poorly, and I suspect that you, the reader, might be debating whether I am serious with my application (I am, very), whether I might suit The Rune better than The Voice (I don't), and fondling with the thought that since I haven't followed your directions on writing an essay (again, refraining myself from italicizing), then maybe this application should just go in the trash (it shouldn't). What's more, since I am running out of words (500 is so little), I shall attempt to put the rest of what I want to say into a well-structured, coherent paragraph: There are three reasons why I wish to be part of The Voice: to alert my peers to important current events and have them take action, to put my writing skills and creativity into practical and constructive use, and to learn a relatively new style of writing along with photography and computer graphic skills. There are many issues that I care deeply about, such as global warming and environmental protection, and I hope to be able to not only alert the public but also induce them to take action. I will try my best to do so through the art of persuasive writing and journalism. I think this is a worthwhile endeavor, much more constructive than writing a descriptive country profile of Myanmar, which nobody but my teacher is going to read or care about. I also wish to have an outlet to put my writing and my creativity to use - this is a very selfish reason but nevertheless something essential for my emotional and intellectual well-being. However, the most important reason I want to take journalism is to learn. I do not see myself as a skilled writer - I know I have a long way to go, and I hope that journalism will teach me new ways to write and sharpen my skills. In addition, I hope to pick up some photography skills, computer graphic skills, teamwork ethics, and also a respect for deadlines. In conclusion, I feel that The Voice is a great opportunity for myself as a writer, a student, and a concerned citizen of this country, and I hope that I will prove myself worthy to be a part of this team for the incoming school year. Again, my apologies, this entire "essay" currently clocks in at a word count of 637 words. I will stop now before the number grows even larger. Thank you for your attention and time, and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. "On the other hand, you have different fingers." - Jack Handey |