It's New Year's Eve.
And many people have taken the time to write resolutions.
I believe they DON'T work. So, if you ask me, save those thirty minutes. There isn't a need to "resolve to go 1 pant size down" or exercise more or spend more time with the family.
Just do it.
Maybe you'll be tempted by the cookie. Go eat it. Just be mindful and don't eat too many. Going from one extreme to the other won't help. Gradually moderate yourself. And the results become tangible.
My "thing to be aware of"? Self-confidence.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Best Gifts are From the Heart
I know this may seem cliché, that people often remark how the best gifts they received weren't expensive; rather, these gifts were thoughtful and memorable.
And this year, this saying has held true for me. Maybe it's the fact that I'm bored of new headphones, books, gift cards, and clothes, but then again, maybe, I really got something that I never expected, yet I can cherish.
I believe in the latter.
Perched on the highest branch of the tree (my dad's idea of a joke) was a gift for "#37", my jersey number for my club volleyball team, Bay to Bay. I opened it and found a picture of our team at the awards ceremony at our regional championships, posing with our medals. On the bottom, my dad had photoshopped in "Bay to Bay- 16 Nike Black 2008". All this, in a picture frame in the shape of a volleyball.
I thought taking me to practice every weekend, getting up at 4 am, and driving hundreds of miles for the tournaments was the greatest sacrifice and gift that my parents could give.
But, I guess there's more.
Thanks Dad..
And this year, this saying has held true for me. Maybe it's the fact that I'm bored of new headphones, books, gift cards, and clothes, but then again, maybe, I really got something that I never expected, yet I can cherish.
I believe in the latter.
Perched on the highest branch of the tree (my dad's idea of a joke) was a gift for "#37", my jersey number for my club volleyball team, Bay to Bay. I opened it and found a picture of our team at the awards ceremony at our regional championships, posing with our medals. On the bottom, my dad had photoshopped in "Bay to Bay- 16 Nike Black 2008". All this, in a picture frame in the shape of a volleyball.
I thought taking me to practice every weekend, getting up at 4 am, and driving hundreds of miles for the tournaments was the greatest sacrifice and gift that my parents could give.
But, I guess there's more.
Thanks Dad..
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Peer Pressure
Hi Everyone!
Happy Christmas Eve! (to those who believe in it) and Happy Holidays! (to everyone else)
Well, though I've had this for over a month, my mind was barren of things to write. The fact that school, piano, and volleyball attempted and succeeded to dominate my life didn't make it any easier to find something to write about or to make time to write it all down.
My motivation for my first post? A post by a friend, A, about me and my fanaticism towards piano and then the creation of a blog by "Je-ster" by J + E.
So my blogging journey begins, 12:30 am, while fervently wracking my mind for an idea, something, anything, to put in a Christmas card for my piano teacher.
Deadline? 7 more hours..
Happy Christmas Eve! (to those who believe in it) and Happy Holidays! (to everyone else)
Well, though I've had this for over a month, my mind was barren of things to write. The fact that school, piano, and volleyball attempted and succeeded to dominate my life didn't make it any easier to find something to write about or to make time to write it all down.
My motivation for my first post? A post by a friend, A, about me and my fanaticism towards piano and then the creation of a blog by "Je-ster" by J + E.
So my blogging journey begins, 12:30 am, while fervently wracking my mind for an idea, something, anything, to put in a Christmas card for my piano teacher.
Deadline? 7 more hours..
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