I was watching CNN and Anderson Cooper was doing a segment called "What is a Christian? Where do you fit in?" He went through different sects of Christianity and what each believe or don't believe. In the end, I pose this question, Why do humans need a God to do good and live a moral life? What is morality? Our "rights" and "wrongs" are so obviously based out of Christianity and western religions. The laws in the United States are all based out of the ten commandments.
I personally don't believe in a God... at least not in the same sense as Western religions. Do I believe in some kind of higher power? Sure. But, the whole idea that there is someone up in the sky, sitting on a poofy cloud judging my every move? I highly doubt that.
gah.
save this for late night stoned conversations.
I have too many thoughts about this subject to keep typing.
I'm all scattered.
Cheers,
-F
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Christmas
Eleven days until Christmas and I haven't even started my Christmas shopping! I'm so excited to spend Christmas with my family this year... first time in FOUR years! Goodbye USTA Junior Tennis Tournaments - HELLO real life!!
starting over...
-F
starting over...
-F
Friday, December 1, 2006
Written by a dear friend who was just granted an awesome fellowship as a Social Entrepreneur!
(congrats, girl.)
I am the dying hospice patient teaching others to honor life
I am a giggle and the love all things chocolate
I am the heart that says "Let's March on DC"
I am the Palestinian who hates the US but loves MTV
I am the citizen against terror that thinks Iraq is the key
I am the book that must be burned
I am the echo of Jim's crow
I am the child of apes praying to the flying Spaghetti monster
I am the twelve year old forced to kill, for diamonds?
I am the unskilled farmer that got his land back from the white man
I am the profit of risk and the punishment of failure
I am the discrimination that you pretend no longer exists
I am the choice of HIV treatment for myself or food for my kids
I am the ceiling hitting women's heads, trading derivatives
I am the dignity in poverty and courage in chemotherapy
I am the believer that is jailed for prayer
I am the fear of disease borne of one bite
I am the challenge to make a difference
I am the challenge to make a difference in this world
I am lost
I am rolling up my sleeves to go to work
I am necessary
I am you and you are me.
(congrats, girl.)
I am the dying hospice patient teaching others to honor life
I am a giggle and the love all things chocolate
I am the heart that says "Let's March on DC"
I am the Palestinian who hates the US but loves MTV
I am the citizen against terror that thinks Iraq is the key
I am the book that must be burned
I am the echo of Jim's crow
I am the child of apes praying to the flying Spaghetti monster
I am the twelve year old forced to kill, for diamonds?
I am the unskilled farmer that got his land back from the white man
I am the profit of risk and the punishment of failure
I am the discrimination that you pretend no longer exists
I am the choice of HIV treatment for myself or food for my kids
I am the ceiling hitting women's heads, trading derivatives
I am the dignity in poverty and courage in chemotherapy
I am the believer that is jailed for prayer
I am the fear of disease borne of one bite
I am the challenge to make a difference
I am the challenge to make a difference in this world
I am lost
I am rolling up my sleeves to go to work
I am necessary
I am you and you are me.
A Girl I Saw..
My reflection stares at me through the window of each passing car
My Mind opened and saw her through tiny slits
She is present and she disappears
over and over again
The station quiets as my eyes focus on the girl int he window
She hides for a moment and return only to gaze into my soul
over and over again
My Mind opened and saw her through tiny slits
She is present and she disappears
over and over again
The station quiets as my eyes focus on the girl int he window
She hides for a moment and return only to gaze into my soul
over and over again
untitled
Pain
A cycle caused by a need for its counterpart.
Happiness
How do I stop this vicious continuum?
This feeling is eating my soul; my stomach is tied in a knot
My heart so heavy; my chest so tight
This feeling will pass
Happiness will return again
And so goes this torturous cycle
A cycle caused by a need for its counterpart.
Happiness
How do I stop this vicious continuum?
This feeling is eating my soul; my stomach is tied in a knot
My heart so heavy; my chest so tight
This feeling will pass
Happiness will return again
And so goes this torturous cycle
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Random Thoughts from the wee hours of 11/29 Continued
It is now 5:06. still procrastinating. But you know what? I don't care because for the last twelve hours, I have not been wasting my time. In fact, I have been learning and exploring things that will better my life far more than a two page paper on Milosevic' trial.
I was just talking to Kevin (who is still studying for his psych exam on my bed) and I mentioned that a couple of days ago, I had an epiphany. I realized one of the main reasons I often go into depression. Granted, it isn't the ONLY reason but I think it is a major contributor. The reason is connected to why I believe I have not wasted any time by not doing my paper and reading various things and speaking to various intelligent people instead.
My mind constantly needs to be stimulated. So, reading about the Paleolithic Diet, philosophy, intelligent and amusing blogs, tennis stats, and a science article about why "talent" may not be as important as we previous thought stimulates me and interests me much much more than writing my awful paper. On Friday, I fell into a deep depression. Nothing was wrong... and yet I was sad and depressed and in despair. I realized that for the last three days I had been entertained and my mind had constantly been working and I had been excited about new things (living with Davio and Tex, buddhism, meditation, mind exploration, etc). On Friday, my thanksgiving break adventures ended and I returned to "normal" life and my mind was left with subpar stimulation. Thus, I was going to withdrawal from excitement and I craved more knowledge and new things. I am an adrenaline feign. What can I say.
Maybe I will work on this paper.
Probably not.
But I will watch the sunrise.
Oh crap, I have a GREAT philosophy class tomorrow on Abortion! It's at 11am.. That's a bit early considering it's 5:15 and I haven't written one word. Fuck, I don't even have an idea. Oh well. That class on abortion will definately excite me. The excitement may even possess me to sprint back to Brown Hall and re-injure my right foot again.
cheers.
-F
I was just talking to Kevin (who is still studying for his psych exam on my bed) and I mentioned that a couple of days ago, I had an epiphany. I realized one of the main reasons I often go into depression. Granted, it isn't the ONLY reason but I think it is a major contributor. The reason is connected to why I believe I have not wasted any time by not doing my paper and reading various things and speaking to various intelligent people instead.
My mind constantly needs to be stimulated. So, reading about the Paleolithic Diet, philosophy, intelligent and amusing blogs, tennis stats, and a science article about why "talent" may not be as important as we previous thought stimulates me and interests me much much more than writing my awful paper. On Friday, I fell into a deep depression. Nothing was wrong... and yet I was sad and depressed and in despair. I realized that for the last three days I had been entertained and my mind had constantly been working and I had been excited about new things (living with Davio and Tex, buddhism, meditation, mind exploration, etc). On Friday, my thanksgiving break adventures ended and I returned to "normal" life and my mind was left with subpar stimulation. Thus, I was going to withdrawal from excitement and I craved more knowledge and new things. I am an adrenaline feign. What can I say.
Maybe I will work on this paper.
Probably not.
But I will watch the sunrise.
Oh crap, I have a GREAT philosophy class tomorrow on Abortion! It's at 11am.. That's a bit early considering it's 5:15 and I haven't written one word. Fuck, I don't even have an idea. Oh well. That class on abortion will definately excite me. The excitement may even possess me to sprint back to Brown Hall and re-injure my right foot again.
cheers.
-F
Procrastination and random thoughts
It is 4:23 am. I am sitting in Kevin's room procrastinating as he is sitting in my room studying for his psychology test tomorrow. I still have to write two pages for my government class. I don't even really understand what I'm supposed to be writing. Ideas? Zero.
I am contemplating staying up to watch the sun rise.. I have never done that before.. I think it will be beautiful and a great opportunity for me to brainstorm a new poem.
I am so lost. I stopped playing tennis a couple of months ago (well, I quit the team here at good ole's William and Mary). I'll be playing again during Christmas break and then at Boston University. Had I been playing tennis right now, I wouldn't be in this situation. The more time I have, the more I procrastinate. On the other hand, this break from tennis has been wonderful for me. I have finally broken away from identifying myself as only a tennis player... but then again, I care about tennis so much less now. It makes me wonder.. did I ever really care about tennis? or did I care much more about my identity as a tennis player? It seems that by identifying myself with a craft such as tennis, I felt priviliged and proud to have something that seperated me from the "norm" and now that I no longer see myself as 'Francine Whu, tennis player', my desire to turn pro and sacrifice my life to this sport has diminished. On the positive side, since tennis means less to me now, I will probably improve rapidly and play the best tennis of my life because I'll be playing free from pressure and expectations.
ironic.
-F
I am contemplating staying up to watch the sun rise.. I have never done that before.. I think it will be beautiful and a great opportunity for me to brainstorm a new poem.
I am so lost. I stopped playing tennis a couple of months ago (well, I quit the team here at good ole's William and Mary). I'll be playing again during Christmas break and then at Boston University. Had I been playing tennis right now, I wouldn't be in this situation. The more time I have, the more I procrastinate. On the other hand, this break from tennis has been wonderful for me. I have finally broken away from identifying myself as only a tennis player... but then again, I care about tennis so much less now. It makes me wonder.. did I ever really care about tennis? or did I care much more about my identity as a tennis player? It seems that by identifying myself with a craft such as tennis, I felt priviliged and proud to have something that seperated me from the "norm" and now that I no longer see myself as 'Francine Whu, tennis player', my desire to turn pro and sacrifice my life to this sport has diminished. On the positive side, since tennis means less to me now, I will probably improve rapidly and play the best tennis of my life because I'll be playing free from pressure and expectations.
ironic.
-F
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