The New Essence of Joy

A sandcastle built so high and strong has been broken down

From top to bottom, the sand slowly disinigrate till the land is bare.

New comers start to build it up again, but the thought of breaking down made them fear to build it.

A king walked up to the people and told them,

I will lead you to greatness. Together, nothing will break us down. Not even the strongest waves of time can age our courage. The cold fear of failure will not take out our burning ambition to grow!

The people followed the king for many years. But later on the king grew hungry for power. Everyone realized how the sand castle is now collapsing as time goes on. A young woman asked, 

Where has our king gone to? Why would the king, who turned our deepest despair to the courage we have never once had, who helped us rebuild what was once broken, who nurtured us when we are ill with sorrow, leave us to despair once again?

No one knew. Everyday the sandcastle slowly grew older. Everyone else grew older as well. Without a ruler, their offsprings turned to dark magic, magic that would turn themselves against their parents. As the days grew longer and colder, there was no warmth. 

Where has the light they once had? Oh how they wish to share that light to their children. Perhaps that is the answer to ride the black magic from their veins. Oh how they long to live under the light that had provided them with much happiness.

An outsider entered this sad, hopeless sandcastle. He walked around for hours in search for something. He asked,

Where is your king? Such large city this is without a king?

They pointed at a man who sat up top a throne.

I am the king. Why would an old outsider like yourself have to do with me?

The outsider bowed with politness.

I have come here, to see the grand city that my country have told me. I wish to see the city that glowed with radiance, brighter than the sun. The city that had bountiful crops and food so no villager will lay hunger and thirst. I have come to see the king of such grand city, however I have yet to find him.

The king was enraged. He stepped down his throne and roared,

I am the king of this grand city. Do you not see this crown? do you not see my wardrobe? Do you not see how many servants I have who submit to their will under my words?

The outsider shook his head and said,

I only hear words of a fool who spoke nothing of grand city. You spoke as if you, yourself, are the grand city I have described. You are nothing of that sort.

The outsider looked to the eyes of such poor people. A young girl with no decent clothing to cover her, a boy who abandoned his innocents in exchange for pride. The outsider spoke,

I’ve been told of a grand city, filled with warmth and light. I have been told of a grand city with happiness and no sorrow. But..What I have witness today is nothing my country would have predicted.

I do not see how this could be the grand city I have been told of, however this is the condition everyone must be thankful for.

A woman shout in rage,

How dare you say such a thing! My daughter slept with no clothing for weeks on end. I work so hard to get back to my original status, as a higher up! 

An outsider like yourself have no right!

The outsider bowed,

My apology, and yet I do not apologize. Though you may find it an unfortunate event, my country had lived in poverty since the beginning of time. We have been told a savior would come to our way, however none came. 

Our water is filled with dirt and soil. Our food resource has been grain of grass and scavaged meat we find after crows had their share. We have little clothing, far more less than yours. Light never shined in our region, but we kept our hearts together as a nation.

I do not see that here. You all depended on one man for your light, a Shepard watching over little lambs. Your king, had abused his power and left this nation to waste. He used his power to rage war against another country for tression and crime; however he was false.

Your king sit up top while everyone suffers in poverty.

This is not the grand city I wish to see..

The outsider walked away. The sandcastle began to collapse, again. The people searched far and wide for the light they once had. After the outsider had left, everyone knew that the light was not something to be given upon their request.

“Give me strength,

Give me hope,

Give me what once I had,

Give me the strength to overcome this darkness.

Bring back the light that use to keep us safe.

Give me strength,

Give me strength..”

Till this very day, the sandcastle collapse and rebuild itself again and again. Nothing changed. 

And so I laugh in the rain, the trecerous cold that condems my body from regaining it’s warmth.

I laugh so hard I could feel my stomach aching so much.

Where as life gone to now? I feel it coming to a close…

..No.. It can’t be over. Not until the fat lady sings.

TROLOLOLOL

If humor cannot help my smile shine it once did, then what can lift this heavy boulder off my shoulder

time flys, lady and gentlemen. Sooner or later you won’t get the chance.

Your book will soon close when you least expect it. 

So act now. Draw a horrible picture of yourself, throw eggs at someone’s house. Get in trouble for the most stupidest reasons. Go fly (if you can) to touch the sky (if you can)

Do something outrageous, learn from it, then what are you going to do next? 

Continue to live. It’s been so long since I have seen you, and this is dedicated to you. 

“Act now, cry like a bitch, and continue to live. At least you lived.” - Kai

Will always.

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Abstract; for him, from him. Passed on to the next 0721

Things to do in the summer

• TKD 
• Badminton
• Swimming
• Classes
• Work
• Friends
• Games

Fun weekend with my friends. Although I didn’t do as well as I did last year, it’s still wonderful to be able to play competitively.   again. This year, we had guests all the way from Canada, Ganther and Reid, women doubles playing in A Men’s Doubles, A Women’s Doubles, and A Women’s Singles. They were unbelievable, extraordinary, and wonderful. They had great strength and such intellect of the game, so much that I envy them to be able to gain that much skill from training. 

I have seen many familiar faces, as well as new ones. I feel as if this year tournament was little compared to last year. Nonetheless, it was still a great experience. My friends and I first went to a sushi buffet, and then to a wonderful pho restaurant. I swear, it was so delicious. The smell, the taste, the warmth of the soup reminds me of home so much.

I am sad that I was not able to visit any of my other friends in Davis. I really wish that I had time to visit everyone, but my time is short. Maybe next time I will be able to set some time for everyone :)

Thank you Evonne and Son for playing with me in the tournament. you guys are the best! <3 Thank you Anne, Robert, and John for being there for me to support and rooting me on. I love you all :’)

Diablo III Midnight Launch Event

I seriously can’t wait. ;A; I was a bit skeptical on the preview of this game. I saw the previous trailers for the previous Diablo games, and they made me shit bricks. When I saw Diblo III I feel as if they’re trying to mimic World of Warcraft. 

After playing the Diablo 3 Beta last weekend, I instantly fell in love with the game as well as the wizard class. Graphics are a lot better than the previous games, however the text was tiny compared to the other games. You would literally have to squint your eyes and lean in closer to the screen. 

In this game, you should really listen since the text is really small. A very interesting story, i love the skills, and the mosters made me shit bricks (which is good!). 

I will be purchasing Diablo III soon, but I better get it before May 15, or else everyone will jump onto the server and I will probably wait in ques position 1,000,000

Surely we all want something tangible, something that we know for sure of gaining if we work our ass off.

How are we to fortell the future to even gain what we want? We just can’t; we can’t predict how the future will unfold whether it’s for our favor or against us. 

Maybe there isn’t anything for us later on, maybe there is. I surely don’t know, and you probably don’t know either.

One must have the experience of the future to conclude the future, however obtaining that evidence from a far distant time isn’t realistic nor idealistic to dwell on.

So why worry the future? How can anyone know what will happen? What happen to the “all knowing knowledge” most of us proclaim? Where is it now? 

I fill myself with questions even I can’t answer. I don’t have the knowledge of the future, but only the past to conclude my present time. 

Go play psycic and fortunteller; although they seem accurate about your past, it doesn’t mean they can see your future. Although it happened in the past for you, it doesn’t always mean it will happen again.

Who knows, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Just don’t know..

Scary

Haha, can’t remember myself enjoying music this much.

Let’s see how far I will enjoy the art of melody in a form society can get. 

So…this movement I’m feeling, some force that’s making my body move in a certain rhythm. It’s going to the same rhythm as the melody.

What is melody? Music, dub, classical, rock, jazz. 

What is rhythm? movement, beat, pattern.

Whatever it is, make it yours. 

March 1st 2012 is the Occupy Education protest at UC Santa Cruz. It’s held at the base of campus, blocking the entrances to the west and east gate. Protesters gathered around the base hoping to let the government know that they are firm and strong on their position and opinion about the economy.

Alright, so they blocked the entrances to campus, no students can go on campus, and no buses can go on campus. More than 150 students gathered to this protest to let the government know their disatisfaction with the economy. 

Everyone isn’t happy, who is happy about the economy right now? I admire the protesers to be so couragous to stand out today, but to block entrance to the campus and to threaten students and faculty?

What happened to the peaceful protest everyone is trying to do? I hear on the news that a red mustang was being screamed, yelled, and bad mouthed at for trying to take his girl friend to class. Protesters kicked the front lights, spilled paint on their car, and banged on the doors trying to get the driver and passenger out of the car. I hear “Bitches!”, “Arrest them!”, and “You fuckers!”. There is nothing peaceful in those words.

The protesters barricaded the campus to prevent people from coming on, but also kept students on campus from going anywhere because of the protest.

Thank you, protesters, for standing up, however your method of proving your point caused many students to miss class, caused some students being run over, and made every student walk up to campus from the base. If anything, this doesn’t sound productive at all. Dinning hall closed for students, no librarys are open for studying. The campus was a dead land with almost no one there to add the colors to it..

After it’s done, I’m going to party like no tomorrow