Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Around that same time, there was a boy.
Once upon a time too far back to name, there was a man.
Once upon a time, the girl met this man, and came to love Him.
The boy, too, met this man.
As time passed, the girl and the boy became nonexistent, but grew to manhood and womanhood.
We now wait for the day when the woman will meet the man...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Insight Increases with Experience
just a little life-poem.
Walking, first I start at home;
In this world, there's no alone.
What a place this planet is
Each new day feels like a kiss.
Skipping, then I leave the fort;
Unexpected, I'm at court.
What a way to live and die,
He shot me then spat in my eye.
Running now, I dissappear;
Too entombed to face my fear.
What a life to e'er avoid,
If I should chance to find reward.
Looking back I think I know,
Why I shouldered off the show.
What a scene, but who's it for?
The hypocrite, and never more.
Facing future, I unwind,
But cannot stop the passing time.
Wars and roumors, speaking ill,
Are surley not enough to kill.
Walking, first I start at home;
In this world, there's no alone.
What a place this planet is
Each new day feels like a kiss.
Skipping, then I leave the fort;
Unexpected, I'm at court.
What a way to live and die,
He shot me then spat in my eye.
Running now, I dissappear;
Too entombed to face my fear.
What a life to e'er avoid,
If I should chance to find reward.
Looking back I think I know,
Why I shouldered off the show.
What a scene, but who's it for?
The hypocrite, and never more.
Facing future, I unwind,
But cannot stop the passing time.
Wars and roumors, speaking ill,
Are surley not enough to kill.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
A new start
Hey everyone! miss me?! probably not, but be that as it may, I am back.
And I really mean it this time =P
Well, I took a break from blogging over the summer, but I plan on posting more frequently now that school is in full swing again. And, considering the fact that this blog is about the sayings of a highschool dreamer, and considering the fact that this is my senior year, I plan to do it justice.
I'm taking another algebra class the the local community college, a government class, and participating in speech club for the first time ever, also. Plus, I'm continuing my musical education with piano and chorus. =)
Anyhow, check back every week or so more insightful, funny or just plain random posts.
By the way, this summer was my best summer ever, so maybe I'll get around to posting stories about my adventures if I start feeling nostalgic.
Here's to another step towards changing the world.
sincerley, Jaz.
And I really mean it this time =P
Well, I took a break from blogging over the summer, but I plan on posting more frequently now that school is in full swing again. And, considering the fact that this blog is about the sayings of a highschool dreamer, and considering the fact that this is my senior year, I plan to do it justice.
I'm taking another algebra class the the local community college, a government class, and participating in speech club for the first time ever, also. Plus, I'm continuing my musical education with piano and chorus. =)
Anyhow, check back every week or so more insightful, funny or just plain random posts.
By the way, this summer was my best summer ever, so maybe I'll get around to posting stories about my adventures if I start feeling nostalgic.
Here's to another step towards changing the world.
sincerley, Jaz.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
yay!
IT RAINED TODAY!!!
or it at least sprinkled =)
Even though I am a Californian, and a Southern Californian at that, I still appreciate the rain. It makes me happy.
or it at least sprinkled =)
Even though I am a Californian, and a Southern Californian at that, I still appreciate the rain. It makes me happy.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Love 142
So there is this band.
they are called 'The Wrecking'
you should look them up. really.
They're pretty darned good, even if I am saying that as a biased personal friend.
Doug does lead Vocals, Joe is on Keys and backup vocals, Darren on drums and vocals, and Karl on bass, keys, and vocals
Anyhow, they just got back from their tour with Jeremy Camp, and are now on tour with Plumb.
Cool, I know.
So anyways, even if thier music is a little bit digitally doctored up, they still are great guys and stellar musicians, and I felt like sharing one of their songs with you =)
Here is their music video for "The Sound of the Resistance"
http://www.youtube.com/user/TheWrecking#p/u/8/3qGfZ_yrGao
check out their website at www.thewrecking.net
and feel free to look them up on Facebook, too =)
here's the best part. They are fighting against Human Trafficking.
Did you even know that human beings, thousands of them, people just like you and me, are sold like cattle, on a daily basis?!
The vast majority of this business involves selling young girls into sex slaverey, but anyone is a potential victim, young or old, male or female. Many of the goods and producs that we buy are made by these slaves. That's why I always make sure that the goods I buy are labeled as "free trade", and if not, I don't buy it until I look it up online and make sure that it is.
This is my way of standing up to modern day slaverey.
And now, I encourage you to go out there and do something.
they are called 'The Wrecking'
you should look them up. really.
They're pretty darned good, even if I am saying that as a biased personal friend.
Doug does lead Vocals, Joe is on Keys and backup vocals, Darren on drums and vocals, and Karl on bass, keys, and vocals
Anyhow, they just got back from their tour with Jeremy Camp, and are now on tour with Plumb.
Cool, I know.
So anyways, even if thier music is a little bit digitally doctored up, they still are great guys and stellar musicians, and I felt like sharing one of their songs with you =)
Here is their music video for "The Sound of the Resistance"
http://www.youtube.com/user/TheWrecking#p/u/8/3qGfZ_yrGao
check out their website at www.thewrecking.net
and feel free to look them up on Facebook, too =)
here's the best part. They are fighting against Human Trafficking.
Did you even know that human beings, thousands of them, people just like you and me, are sold like cattle, on a daily basis?!
The vast majority of this business involves selling young girls into sex slaverey, but anyone is a potential victim, young or old, male or female. Many of the goods and producs that we buy are made by these slaves. That's why I always make sure that the goods I buy are labeled as "free trade", and if not, I don't buy it until I look it up online and make sure that it is.
This is my way of standing up to modern day slaverey.
And now, I encourage you to go out there and do something.
Monday, March 22, 2010
He's like my brother...
I might as well get to the point: last tuesday, I had a guy tell me that he likes me as more than a friend. This is the first time in my life that this has happened!
readers, I am really REALLY confused. I have no idea what to do!
here's the deets:
I met Evan (name changed) about 6 months ago, at a Bible study. This study is about 2-3 times a month, and it's at our mutual friend's house. (It really is a great study, by the way... I'm learning alot ^_^). Evan is tall, blonde, quirky, and 18 years old. I am 16.
So, after I had been going to the study for a couple months, Evan and I became friends on Facebook, and started chatting/messaging each other. It's not like we talked any more frequently than I do with most of my other guy-friends, but still, we talked enough to get to know each other better.
Then he told me that there was a swing dancing class at his church once a week, and that it was really fun. Another friend of ours, Jessica (name changed) is into swing dancing, too, so I finally decided to go the the class one day a couple months ago (it's free) with Jessica and her boyfriend. I didn't know anyone else at the class, so naturally, I danced with Evan. Since then, I have been going to this class weekly.
Then, my chuch held a benefit concert to raise awareness for human trafficking, so I sent out invites to all of my friends on facebook. Evan was the only one that came. I didn't think anything of the fact that he hung out with me the whole time, even though Jessica was there, too, because Jessica was working the snack table. And when he stayed around after the event was over to help me and a couple other folks clean up aferwards, I just thought to myself "what a great friend he is".
Then, I started taking classes at a local junior college. Turns out, he has classes there on the same days as I do, and at the same times. Different classes, but we have the same break between our respective classes. So, in between my first class and my second class, I go to the library and study, then I walk over to the music department and practice my piano. There are two hallways with small rooms on either side of them, and each room is just big enough for a piano to fit in it. So I have about an hour and a half to kill before my next class starts, and I play the piano, because that's what I love to do.
So, about a week and a half into the spring semester, Evan asks me what my class schedule is, so he can see if there's time for him to pop over and say hi in between classes.
And so, over the last three months, we have been hanging out, playing the piano for 45 minutes together twice a week, going swing dancing together once a week, and going to the same Bible study 2-3 times a month.
To me, he was just a friend. nothing more, nothing less.
I mean come on, people, he's two years older than me!
But then, on Tuesday, he offered to buy me a Starbucks, because he said he had something he wanted to talk with me about. I didn't even suspect what it ended up being, so I said yes, of course, etc.
So we were walking to the Starbucks on campus, and he told me, right then and there that he liked me as more than just a friend.
I stood there in a state of shock. When I finally collected my thoughts, I asked him "Why?"
He told me that he really liked spending time with me, and he valued our friendship, but latley, he realized that he cared for me in a different way, as well.
And now, I don't know what to do... I really truly do value his friendship, too, and I like hanging out with him, but I'm not sure if I should continue seeing him for exteneded lengths of time.. alone... if I don't feel the same way. I would feel terrible if I was leading him on to think that maybe I felt the same way.
Beacuse I dont.
But I want to.
But I dont.
And there's no way to make myself feel that way.
I love him as a brother, and nothing more. I am just astounded that anyone could ever consider me as anything more than simply a friend...
readers, I am really REALLY confused. I have no idea what to do!
here's the deets:
I met Evan (name changed) about 6 months ago, at a Bible study. This study is about 2-3 times a month, and it's at our mutual friend's house. (It really is a great study, by the way... I'm learning alot ^_^). Evan is tall, blonde, quirky, and 18 years old. I am 16.
So, after I had been going to the study for a couple months, Evan and I became friends on Facebook, and started chatting/messaging each other. It's not like we talked any more frequently than I do with most of my other guy-friends, but still, we talked enough to get to know each other better.
Then he told me that there was a swing dancing class at his church once a week, and that it was really fun. Another friend of ours, Jessica (name changed) is into swing dancing, too, so I finally decided to go the the class one day a couple months ago (it's free) with Jessica and her boyfriend. I didn't know anyone else at the class, so naturally, I danced with Evan. Since then, I have been going to this class weekly.
Then, my chuch held a benefit concert to raise awareness for human trafficking, so I sent out invites to all of my friends on facebook. Evan was the only one that came. I didn't think anything of the fact that he hung out with me the whole time, even though Jessica was there, too, because Jessica was working the snack table. And when he stayed around after the event was over to help me and a couple other folks clean up aferwards, I just thought to myself "what a great friend he is".
Then, I started taking classes at a local junior college. Turns out, he has classes there on the same days as I do, and at the same times. Different classes, but we have the same break between our respective classes. So, in between my first class and my second class, I go to the library and study, then I walk over to the music department and practice my piano. There are two hallways with small rooms on either side of them, and each room is just big enough for a piano to fit in it. So I have about an hour and a half to kill before my next class starts, and I play the piano, because that's what I love to do.
So, about a week and a half into the spring semester, Evan asks me what my class schedule is, so he can see if there's time for him to pop over and say hi in between classes.
And so, over the last three months, we have been hanging out, playing the piano for 45 minutes together twice a week, going swing dancing together once a week, and going to the same Bible study 2-3 times a month.
To me, he was just a friend. nothing more, nothing less.
I mean come on, people, he's two years older than me!
But then, on Tuesday, he offered to buy me a Starbucks, because he said he had something he wanted to talk with me about. I didn't even suspect what it ended up being, so I said yes, of course, etc.
So we were walking to the Starbucks on campus, and he told me, right then and there that he liked me as more than just a friend.
I stood there in a state of shock. When I finally collected my thoughts, I asked him "Why?"
He told me that he really liked spending time with me, and he valued our friendship, but latley, he realized that he cared for me in a different way, as well.
And now, I don't know what to do... I really truly do value his friendship, too, and I like hanging out with him, but I'm not sure if I should continue seeing him for exteneded lengths of time.. alone... if I don't feel the same way. I would feel terrible if I was leading him on to think that maybe I felt the same way.
Beacuse I dont.
But I want to.
But I dont.
And there's no way to make myself feel that way.
I love him as a brother, and nothing more. I am just astounded that anyone could ever consider me as anything more than simply a friend...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I love my family.
not just my immediate family, not just my extended family, but my family under Christ.
God bas blessed me so so much with th emost amazing and wonderful friends I could ask for. He saw into my heart and soul, He knows me so much better than I know myself, and every day, He shows me new facets of my personality that I never would have even guessed exsisted.
That's why He picked out the people He did for me to build relationships with.
A year ago, I never could have imagined myself having guys as close friends, and actually talking with them about deep subjects. I never could have pictured being in a christian rock band. I never would have guessed that leaving behind some friendships that I treasured was really the way to unlock new doors to deeper, more meaningful friendships that really can and very possiblly will last forever.
This post is more of a praise to God, my creator, lover, maker, orchestrator, composer, compass, friend, light, love, and joy.
I thank Him so much every day for what He has done for me.
And it's not like I deserve any of this!
wow.
do we serve an awesome God or what?
not just my immediate family, not just my extended family, but my family under Christ.
God bas blessed me so so much with th emost amazing and wonderful friends I could ask for. He saw into my heart and soul, He knows me so much better than I know myself, and every day, He shows me new facets of my personality that I never would have even guessed exsisted.
That's why He picked out the people He did for me to build relationships with.
A year ago, I never could have imagined myself having guys as close friends, and actually talking with them about deep subjects. I never could have pictured being in a christian rock band. I never would have guessed that leaving behind some friendships that I treasured was really the way to unlock new doors to deeper, more meaningful friendships that really can and very possiblly will last forever.
This post is more of a praise to God, my creator, lover, maker, orchestrator, composer, compass, friend, light, love, and joy.
I thank Him so much every day for what He has done for me.
And it's not like I deserve any of this!
wow.
do we serve an awesome God or what?
Thursday, December 31, 2009
My love for you is Undying
"Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends"
i love you,
i will always love you,
always and forever.
never forget that.
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends"
i love you,
i will always love you,
always and forever.
never forget that.
Monday, December 7, 2009
It's Beautiful
I had a beautiful dream last night. It was about a Soldier. He had returned from duty, and had nowhere to go. People were not treating him kindly or giving him the respect he deserved. He had been home for several days, but was still wearing his uniform because he had nothing else. He was looking for a job. He had to go to the soup kitchen for food. He had to sleep on a park bench.
This isn't the beautiful part, can you tell?
Then, I was walking. Through a college campus. I don't know why it was a college campus; I'm not even in college yet.
He was there. Standing there. I looked at him, and thought "Oh, a soldier." I usually smile at them, just to express how grateful I am to them; after all, they put it all on the line for us. For me.
But then, our eyes met.
When you make direct eye contact with a person, you can tell alot about the person. About what they think of you. About what they think of the world in general. Even about what they are going through. Their joy. Their hope. Their dreams. Their pain.
I saw this young man's story in his eyes. And it broke my heart.
This young man wasn't particularly handsome; nothing out of the ordinary. He was about 6 feet tall, stood with excellent posture, but I could tell, even under his thick and baggy uniform, that he had strong, well-developed muscles, that had probably saved his life several times in combat. He had toussled black hair, which was just starting to grow out longer than his military crew cut, and piercing eyes. I can't tell you what color his eyes were, but I like to think that they were light brown with green in them. His jaw was square, his eyebrows were thick, and lent a contemplative mood to his expression. His face was just starting to get scruffy, because he hadn't shaved in several days. He wasn't handsome, by what the rest of the world judges as handsome, but to me, he was the most perfect person I had ever seen.
I walked over to him, and I could tell that he was steeling himself for yet another harsh, unfeeling, and uninformed judgement from yet another harsh, unfeeling, and uninformed person. But I didn't. I didn't judge, I didn't criticize, I didn't point out flaws. I simply loved him.
I loved him because he was another hurting human being. Because nobody else would. Because he needed me.
And maybe because I needed him.
I walked up to him, and told him how much I appreciated the sacrifice that he made for me on a daily basis.
I gave him a hug. I thought it would just be like a brief little hug like the kind you give somone to let them know that you are there for them; the kind of hug that says "I'm your friend, and I will always be there for you, and don't you ever forget that somone cares"
But it wasn't. I had given him the hug to begin with, but he accepted it, and then gave it back to me. He held me in his arms, and for fifteen whole seconds, I was complete. And I think he was, too.
They say that Disneyland is the most magical place on earth... They were wrong.
Then, he looked me in the eyes, and said "Thank You" in the most emotional, meaningful, powerful, wonderful, musical, heart-wrenching, beautiful voice I have every heard. And it meant the world to me.
Then, he kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss, it wasn't even on the lips, but he kissed me. Just a small kiss, on the cheek. A kiss on the cheek, but an imprint on the heart. Embossed there. I will carry it with me forever.
And I loved it.
Nobody has ever kissed me before.
Then, I woke up, and I wept, because it was only a dream.
I want to marry a soldier.
This isn't the beautiful part, can you tell?
Then, I was walking. Through a college campus. I don't know why it was a college campus; I'm not even in college yet.
He was there. Standing there. I looked at him, and thought "Oh, a soldier." I usually smile at them, just to express how grateful I am to them; after all, they put it all on the line for us. For me.
But then, our eyes met.
When you make direct eye contact with a person, you can tell alot about the person. About what they think of you. About what they think of the world in general. Even about what they are going through. Their joy. Their hope. Their dreams. Their pain.
I saw this young man's story in his eyes. And it broke my heart.
This young man wasn't particularly handsome; nothing out of the ordinary. He was about 6 feet tall, stood with excellent posture, but I could tell, even under his thick and baggy uniform, that he had strong, well-developed muscles, that had probably saved his life several times in combat. He had toussled black hair, which was just starting to grow out longer than his military crew cut, and piercing eyes. I can't tell you what color his eyes were, but I like to think that they were light brown with green in them. His jaw was square, his eyebrows were thick, and lent a contemplative mood to his expression. His face was just starting to get scruffy, because he hadn't shaved in several days. He wasn't handsome, by what the rest of the world judges as handsome, but to me, he was the most perfect person I had ever seen.
I walked over to him, and I could tell that he was steeling himself for yet another harsh, unfeeling, and uninformed judgement from yet another harsh, unfeeling, and uninformed person. But I didn't. I didn't judge, I didn't criticize, I didn't point out flaws. I simply loved him.
I loved him because he was another hurting human being. Because nobody else would. Because he needed me.
And maybe because I needed him.
I walked up to him, and told him how much I appreciated the sacrifice that he made for me on a daily basis.
I gave him a hug. I thought it would just be like a brief little hug like the kind you give somone to let them know that you are there for them; the kind of hug that says "I'm your friend, and I will always be there for you, and don't you ever forget that somone cares"
But it wasn't. I had given him the hug to begin with, but he accepted it, and then gave it back to me. He held me in his arms, and for fifteen whole seconds, I was complete. And I think he was, too.
They say that Disneyland is the most magical place on earth... They were wrong.
Then, he looked me in the eyes, and said "Thank You" in the most emotional, meaningful, powerful, wonderful, musical, heart-wrenching, beautiful voice I have every heard. And it meant the world to me.
Then, he kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss, it wasn't even on the lips, but he kissed me. Just a small kiss, on the cheek. A kiss on the cheek, but an imprint on the heart. Embossed there. I will carry it with me forever.
And I loved it.
Nobody has ever kissed me before.
Then, I woke up, and I wept, because it was only a dream.
I want to marry a soldier.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Thinking about thinking about thinking about....
Thinking.
I seem to have been doing alot of that lately.
Then when I try to talk about the deep subjects in the realm of the mind, it's oh-so-confusing.
The written word is truly one of mankinds greatest achievments, to quote Moe, from the INK trilogy.
In the written (or typed, as the case may be) word, I can find a way to collect my thoughts and hopefully, make others understand what I am trying to convey. I can get my ideas across in a cohesive, and what's more, coherent manner.
T.T.F.N.
I seem to have been doing alot of that lately.
Then when I try to talk about the deep subjects in the realm of the mind, it's oh-so-confusing.
The written word is truly one of mankinds greatest achievments, to quote Moe, from the INK trilogy.
In the written (or typed, as the case may be) word, I can find a way to collect my thoughts and hopefully, make others understand what I am trying to convey. I can get my ideas across in a cohesive, and what's more, coherent manner.
T.T.F.N.
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