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I got hit with a realisation the other day.
I love to help people. And I want to take it to the next level.
So I’ve decided that I want to go to Africa. Yes, you have read correctly. Africa.
What made me decide this? A feeling. But it wasn’t any feeling. It was THE feeling. I guess I should elaborate if you don’t know what I mean…Well, when I really want to do or feel strongly about something, I get this twinge in my stomach. It’s hard to explain because I only have gotten it a handful of times in my sixteen years of life. But this twinge is sort of like a mix of my last resort/indicator…I guess you’re probably confused now.
I know I will go extremely far for something when I get this twinge. I know that whenever I get the twinge, it means that whatever I want to do or feel strongly about is very crucial and important. Whenever I get into a situation, whether it is tough or if I have to make a decision, I look for the twinge. If I get it, which I hardly ever do, it means that I will put all of my body in soul into whatever needs to be done. If I don’t get the twinge, I’ll not make such a big deal about it. That is what I meant about indicator.
But, on Thanksgiving, I was lying in bed thinking about how grateful I am and all the other people who aren’t as fortunate as me. It kept me awake for hours and even prompted me to break down into tears. And as I was thinking about it, the whole time I had a feeling in my stomach.
Like I said, I don’t get this feeling that much. I hope I don’t sound like a cold hearted person but if I don’t get this twinge, I won’t go to the ends of the Earth for whatever. Friends are a different matter though…Anyways, probably one of the most memorable times where I got this twinge was at the USSSA National Basketball Tournament in Tampa two years ago in 2006. It was so memorable because this wasn’t like any basketball tournament I have ever played in. We had to endure struggles and in the end, though we didn’t win, we persevered. The whole tournament I had the twinge and I guess it made me play the best basketball I have ever played in my entire life. I have to write a blog about that tournament someday…
Back to the story…so I got this twinge, right? And it kept plaguing me throughout the rest of the break. Even as I write this post, I still have that feeling in my stomach. So, then I decided to do something about it. And that is where I have decided to go to Africa.
For hours I was researching volunteering programs to go to Africa. And finally, I found the right one. I would go to Tanzania and help build schools and playgrounds, teach local children how to speak English and other academics, converse with local community leaders, and many other services to the community. After reading what we were going to do, I got the twinge again. Twice in less than twenty four hours must mean that whatever I am trying to do must be legit.
The only problem now, is trying to convince my mother, who thinks that I am going to be kidnapped by rebels or snatched away by pirates. I know going to Africa brings a lot of possible danger but, it is a risk I am willing to take. And, I will go to the ends of the Earth to convince my mother to let me go to Africa to help people who are less fortunate than us.
Maybe later I’ll write a detailed reasoning but I am feeling quite tired right now. I think I am going to take a kip for a couple of hours. But as a closing statement, I just want all of you to know that this is probably a situation where I felt the most strongly about and I hope all of you will take me seriously enought to respect and believe in my decision.
I know that since it is Thanksgiving I should write a post about the meaning and importance of this great Holiday, which is an excuse to stuff our fat selves with an incredibly excessive amount of food. True, this holiday we should all be grateful for all we have and realize that we shouldn’t take anything for granted. But I dont want to do any of that sentimental crap.
But I’m going to do it anyway. Just simplified. Literally. Simplified to the maximum extent.
I hope you all relish and bask in the time spent with your family. Don’t take them for granted; they are all you have when you have nothing left. Friends can be temporary, but family will always be forever. There is no escaping that.
See? That was not so painful to read!
Anyway, have a splendid Thanksgiving!
Now…IM GON GET ME SOME TURKEY AND CHARLIE BROWN
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Okay, before I went to bed last night, I was watching something about Einstein and his general theory of relativity on the History Channel. If you really look into it, I think you would find it quite fascinating. It’s hard to grasp the idea that time can be manipulated (called gravitational time dilation) and the whole theory in general. Last year, in Signet, we had kind of like a whole unit dedicated to it. I think I actually looked foward to going to Signet then…
But, before I go into a tangent, let me get back to my story. So I was watching that and since it involves a lot of stuff about space, I couln’t help but think about that when I was going to bed. I couldn’t keep my mind off of it and it kept me awake for hours. Once I fell asleep, though, I dreamt about space and Einstein. I know…I’m such a dork right? Haha
So the dream started out that I was in a space shuttle about to blast off into space to space walk around a couple of planets. Crazy, I know. My sister, mother, and cousin was with me for moral support. There was no crew; it was just us. Then, we went into space and I must say that even in a dream, space is indescribable, vast, and celestial. The weird and not normal part of the dream, though, was that the planets were extremely close together and it seemed as if they were surrounding Earth, like in the geocentric theory. I,then, put on my jetpack and space suit and went out into space.
I cannot even describe it. It seemed too real to be a part of a dream. I managed to space walk around three planets in a considerably short amount of time. I remember pointing out the Great Red Spot on Jupiter and the ice caps on Mars. I decided to head back early because I had a flight to London later that day that I needed to get to. So I was on my way back when I heard my sister on my headphone telling me that I was about to walk into a black hole.
Oh s**t!
Like all normal people, I started to freak out and try and space walk back to the shuttle, but I found myself struggling and unable to move forward no matter how hard I tried. In the midst of my frustration, I heard an unnoticable and unrecognizable voice in my headphone, who said his name was Einstein. He told me not to worry about making my flight because since I was around a black hole, time was slowing down. He pointed out that I actually had plenty of extra time to get through security and all that. I screamed every curse word I knew as I was being sucked into the black hole, knowing that I was falling into my death. The last thing I heard before I woke up was Einstein saying:
“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.”
I didn’t rememeber the whole quote when I woke up, only bits and pieces of it. But I looked it up afterwards and came up with this.
I must say that this dream is probably one of the most weird dreams I ever had. Normally, I would just blow this off and use it to tell people how weird I am that even in my dreams, I think about the not normal. But, now that I think about it, it just seems too real to be not real. Space, the whole message of the story, and my actions and thinking in the dream is something that could not be fake. I mean, I had control of my actions the whole time. And I was thinking, which most of the time does not happen in people’s dreams.
Maybe this is a message for me? An omen? A destiny to do something? Maybe he is just telling me to get my head out of my ass and do something I am supposed to be doing but I’m not? I don’t know. I have no idea.
I guess I’ll just ponder about it. Einstein liked to take long walks and sit and think a lot. I mean, thats how he came up with his whole theory. Maybe if I do the same, I can so something substancial in my life. Maybe it won’t be to Einstein’s extent, but maybe it’ll be enough for me to be satisfied with it.
…I think now, I’m going to get a cuppa of hot chocolate and sit in front of the fire. I have a lotta thinking to do.
If you don’t already know by now, I am a crazed and dedicated fan of Blondie. To me, her music epitomizes the whole image of the epic and memorable decade of the 80’s. I still religiously listen to her hits such as:
and many others.
Since I set my iTunes default country to the United Kingdom, I tend to listen to music that is not relatively known here, to us Americans. Well, I went to “What We’re Listening To” and I stumbled upon an artist named Ladyhawke.The first ten seconds of the song I listened to was enough for it to catch my fancy.
A mix of both Blondie and Stevie Nicks, Ladyhawke is starting to get very popular in the United Kingdom. See, the U.K. youth doesn’t go for Americanized rap or hard rock that much. Well, its still present but Europop, Indie/Folk, Electronica, Dance, and Punk tend to be more prevelent and normal for them. Their tastes in music fits mine perfectly and thats why I lean towards their music instead of ours.
Anyway, I really liked the song and it reminded me of something I couldn’t put my finger on at first. But soon after, something clicked in my head that put both of them together. Her sound is just like that of Blondie.
Is Ladyhawke the new Blondie?
No. No one can replace Blondie. Her sound might be like Blondie or Stevie Nicks but she can never replace them. But if Blondie ever releases a new song, I think something like this would be it. SO without further ado, here is is:
Ladyhawke – My Delirium
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You don't see these hotties in American football!
Okay, do you ever wonder why only the Americans call soccer football soccer? It doesn’t make sense. I mean you play soccer football with your feet and what does punching have to do with football!?!? Plus, the WHOLE REST OF THE WORLD calls football football. Why couldn’t we?
Oh yeah, I forgot.
Football.
No, not football but “football” as in American football.
I honestly don’t get the sport. And I wonder why we play a game such as that. I mean, who else plays it? Nobody. Seriously. I really think it is in the American nature to want to be different. First football (aka soccer for you American folk) and then politics!?!?!? Good golly gosh.
First off, football (soccer) player are SO MUCH HOTTER than American football players. No description needed. ‘Nuff said.
It would be kind of weird calling what you Americans call football American football. Thats what the rest of the world calls it and refering to yourself of a sport you made IS kind of…not weird, but weird sounding. It is like the English calling cricket English cricket or the Egyptians calling hockey Egyptian hockey (yes, it originated in Egypt. just look it up in the bible…wikipedia)
Now that I look at that last paragraph, I kind of confused myself and probably confused you even more; but hopefully you get my point.
Maybe its us Americans? We probably got confused or something. Football (soccer) is the most popular sport in the world, you know. So we probably got mixed up in thinking that our “football” is like the world football. By God, we are SO wrong. Send us to a mental institution or something. We definately have something wrong.
But, no matter how much I debate about this topic, the Americans will still call football soccer and their American football football. Confused much?
You know what though? I’m not. Maybe its my American instinct to do something different from the Americans. But I declare that I am now going to refer to “soccer” as football and the American “football” as crap. No justkiddingjustkiddingjustkidding! But yeah, You get my point.
So whenever you talk to me about it, try and keep up, yeah?
