Random thought.

The immigration of intellectuals from the society into the dark is not a mere coincidence with the fact that scientific reasoning's level these days is decreasing....

Sudden realization...epiphany:

I really need to read more books now that I have spare time...and...I need to catch up on philosophy and old newspaper...

Although a little late...

New Years...

2010 is here, huh.

The Year of the White Tiger..

I guess something good will happen to mum.

Why am I drawing a blank now that I think I almost lived for 2 decades.

High School...Definition

Alright.

As a senior who is entering second semester....I think I can define what 'high school' really is.

Here is what 'high school' is...

It is an epitome of the so called 'education center' that humans attend prior to adulthood.

High School is a place where you create working machines, rather than 'teaching' them how to live a human life or how to survive in this life.

Human beings attending high school are demanded to successfully finish their objectives and assignments that do not benefit their brain for treats named 'grades.'

These treats add up and result in letters, A,B,C,D,and F.

If you did not successfully accomplish your objectives or assignments, you would get lower than B. If you successfully accomplished your objective or assignments, you would get a B. If you perfected the assignment or the objective, you would get an A.

In order for one to enter a good higher education where you may finally learn something, you need to be able to maintain As for four years in this institution called high school.

THAT is what high school is.

Meteors

There was supposed to be a meteor shower today…according to meteorologists. (no pun intended.) I didn't get to see any although my huge ass garden is pretty dark. I saw a few meteors in my garden before and they were one of the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It was when my aunt from Korea came by…and she was going through a lot because of some random trial, which ended cause she was totally innocent of what happened..(she's a MD) and we just went out to the garden and we were looking at the stars and one just fell. We were like… wow. My aunt was so adorable. Haha. She whispered like a little child, "Quick, make a wish" and I could see her eyes watering and a single tear fell across her face and I realized that I was taller than her that day. She couldn't come this year because she had to wrap up some things in korea but she is the best of my 3 aunts. 

Confession

Guys, I have a confession to make. Peter…I am ga..ah...uh…a ninja. I am legally considered a lethal weapon. If I hit someone with an intent to hit (playing around does not count), it is not just assault but attempt of murder/ assault with lethal weapon. For those who already knew this, too bad, just listen, because I am lethal according to the government. I am in fact, however, an innocuous little virgin boy who has hurt people inadvertently before. Well…that was during sparring which does not really count for it happens and I got hurt before. Anyways, I need to get to the point of this. All of you probably heard about Jeff and Marshall's experience. Oh yes, also the je…I mean Nitkin. Jeff's is a rumor. I did not cause Jeff's head injury. He himself caused it. Marshall on the other hand, was almost hurt by me. The Story goes like this. The usual group of guys were relaxing in the common room. We somehow ended up discussing about how I can kill or do backflips. Marshall then asked me if I was going to kill him. Because I was rather grumpy the whole day, I said maybe. I picked up the silver sharpie on the table and aimed a spot next to his head. I threw it. Jordan Alper jumped, swore, and jumped. Again. He was the only one who spotted the actual action taking place and the pen swishing past Marshall's brightly illuminating hair. We checked the wooden double door. There was a dent, an imprint of the sharpie. Therefore, the legendary ninja story began. Everytime I appeared in the common, the room became silent. I remember Dallas saying "Dude, I love how your being in here changes the room's atmosphere completely" May the imprint remain there until I return to cherub for some random reason. May that imprint be a reminder to future cherubs that once, a ninja was a journalist.

Untitled

Well, why is my title untitled? Maybe just to be funny. No, it is because this blog writing constitutes more than just one of my memories here as a cherub for the last five weeks. For those whose eyes are tearing up, don't. It is not like we will never see each other again. I mean, we are all going to be somewhat related as cherubs, right?

We will all keep in touch…..maybe just for future connections. As journalists (even if you guys don't become a professional journalist, you will still be journalists with Medill training), we will help each other throughout our stories. As we have learned, stories are not just articles. Our life is a story, our experiences are stories, and you know, everything is a story.

    The past 5 weeks of journalism we shared, is a story. A valuable experience, excuse me, experiences, that will be forever remain in our heads. The time when all of us shared the information from the All-Day-Story, when we didn't even know each other. When we encouraged each other during Fourth of July Parade in the rain and 50 min, no 15 min walk, when we were barely getting to know each other. The economy story, when we shared ideas and helped each other with leads and attributions. The trend story when people interviewed one another and helped each other find sources using all the connections they have back home. These experiences will be kept as memories of a journalist in my mind.

    Let us promise each other that we will not cry. It is not because we are heartless but because we are journalists, and 'you don't cry in journalism.'

Peter Smith

The moment you see this name, posted up on your dorm room (supposedly) after carrying your heavy bag with you up to the 4^th floor, (Well, the first luggage was carried by the elevator. Second was not) you think of a very ordinary individual. Someone you might read about in your 1st grade text book. Peter ate an apple. Yay. Mr. Smith mowed the lawn. Yay. I always had the trouble saying the word lawn in the U.S. I am digressing. Well, Peter Smith, from Wichita, Kansas (all I knew about Wichita at the time was that it was in Kansas and was bigger than Kansas City) proved me wrong.

 

Well, the first day when I first saw him, his attire was rather…normal (not that what WE usually wear is not normal…just…unique) however. His Hair. Yes. His hair caught my eyes, and the moment I saw his smirk after realizing that we basically had the same experiences as the creators of our papers, I realized I met the best roommate I'd ever have in my life. (this is when you guys say aww)

When I saw that he had a vest and we inadvertently matched, I was probably very very very happy. Yes, I was happy my roommate had similar taste in clothing with me. Therefore, the Cherub Duo of the year was created. (You guys better had picked us as inseparable, cause yeah, uh huh, we are inseparable) So for the next few weeks, we tried to avoid matching as much as possible. Some days I'd just feel mean and match with him on purpose, sometimes, inadvertently, but too bad, its not my fault we were born with similar taste…or at least developed them.

Last week, it was awesome of him to share his records of my behaviors with everyone. The only problem is…he only mentioned the ones from that week.

He forgot to mention that we shared laptops, woke each other for classes, looked after each other's clothing (style), bought each other food, and one time he gave me two dollars as an allowance for the week (yes, he is my daddy). There was an instance when I bought him breakfast at Peep's after the Michael Jackson Spitlist. So yeah, we looked after each other for the last four weeks…and…probably one of the most awesome thing he did. On my birthday, I woke up (as he described in the journal, around 8:00) with sleepy eyes to stare at Peter, dressed up for class, smiling and saying "Happy Birthday Clemence." He bought me lunch on my birthday, after chuckling and saying "Heck, its your birthday, You are not paying for it" That. Made my day.

Yes, you guys are supposed to aww.

The past 4 weeks, was probably amazing thanks to everyone, but what made those days special was because of my roommate Peter.

Well, Peter Benjamin Geoffrey Smith (with a Geo) is an extraordinary individual with a super ordinary name with awesome middle names.

Love you Peter, I will visit Kansas as often as I can. I wonder how long it takes for me to drive from Cali to Kansas.