Breaking the Barriers

As time goes by, there is one point where everything clashes together and you just want to give up. There is a point in time where everything piles up inside you and you feel the lid about to explode in your mind. That point was now.

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Yet… deep inside me, I had the urge to want to do something as cool, as memorable, as this. Although at the moment, all I want is for summer to come, for limitless slumber, for unscheduled days, to be able to go eat wherever I want. But will I not regret it?

However, there’s the other side of my brain that questions this. What if I get embarrassed? What if, like the other one, it will become ultimate failure and wasn’t worth the try? Do I really need to go through the process of being embarrassed?

Now THAT is a big barrier. I don’t get this thought often, but when it hits me, it builds up, stays strong, and I tend to move away, towards another road that is open.

There is a big barrier, that must mean this is the wrong road. That was the thought I got most of the times, being a hypocrite, yes I am. I tell the world to break the barrier, yet when it comes to me, I do the opposite. And that is going to change. A thought came into mind, wondering what would have happened if I had just climbed over that boulder, as hard and risky as it is, and how my life would have been different. Would it have been far easier, more exciting, less stressful as it is now? Or would it have had no difference at all? Maybe it would have been worse.

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Forlorn War Veterans and Restaurant Etiquette

After finishing the book All Quiet on the Western Front, only then did I realize that soldiers who survived the war truly were scarred for life. Unlike other stories of the war, All Quiet really hits you with the reality and horrors of the front line, life in the trenches, and watching everyone around you drop like flies. In the middle of the novel, the protagonist, Paul, goes home for a seventeen-day leave. As he encounters people and memories from his life before the war, he became aware of the fact that no one back home really understood what having the life of a soldier really meant. Despite the enticement of glory and the insistent persuasion of Paul’s schoolmaster, willingly fighting for the war didn’t entitle any of the things people promised. There was no glory, only gore. There was neither victory nor spirit, only misery and death. Back at home, Paul’s father wanted him to keep his uniform on so he can be shown off to his father’s friends. What Paul’s father didn’t understand was that the war was brutal and cruel. He did not realize that his son was now a different person, hardened by the barbarity of fighting and numbed by the deaths of his comrades. As a result, being surrounded again with civilians of the likes of his father, Paul was faced with the challenge of how to  fit in again and interact with others on a different level than his fellow soldiers out in the front (line).

As with any environment, people have to be able to adapt to their surroundings and act properly (according to the standards of society). That is where etiquette comes in. Like Paul’s rehabilitation as a war veteran to a member of society, there are unspoken rules that have to be abided by in restaurants. Theoretically, let’s say we have Bill, a man who has never interacted much with people besides his family and has never stepped foot inside a restaurant. Bill will not realize that his open-mouthed chewing and boisterous laugh does not belong in such a public place. As Bill is surveying his menu, how will he properly flag down a waiter to put down his order? Will he wave his hand in the air like an overly-eager student or stare down a waiter and motion with his index finger to come to his table? After Bill’s plate of spaghetti arrives, how will he choose to eat it? With chopsticks or a fork? Spoon or no spoon? To twirl or not to twirl? As Bill eats, he is greeted by a waiter who checks up on how he is doing. “Is everything okay, sir?”, the waiter asks. Bill doesn’t realize that the waiter isn’t referring to his life, but merely his food. Oblivious to the shallowness of the question, Bill pats the seat next to him and tells the waiter to sit down. With a mouthful of pasta, Bill begins to tell the uncomfortable-looking waiter the problems he is having with his colon and how he has trouble sleeping at night because of his cat’s incessant snoring. After a while, Bill asks what’s the matter with the waiter. “Are you alright there, pal?” Finally, Bill receives the check for his meal. Now, how shall he go about paying the fourteen dollars and seventy-eight cents when he only has a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket? Bill shrugs and tears off a fifth of his twenty-dollar bill and inserts it into the black book.

Clearly, this demonstration with “Bill” was exaggerated, but it does help to clearly show the little things that people have to deal with as they decide on what proper etiquette is and what is not. It ties in with the behavioral issues some shell-shocked war veterans have with day-to-day interactions most people don’t even bother to think about. We all have our little eccentricities and confusions about what society thinks is best and what is unacceptable. What’s your quirk?

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Stressed About Food

Have you ever had a time when you’re in the middle of studying or reading, or anything academic, and your stomach starts complaining? You try to ignore it and work your brains and neurons but your stomach goes from complaint to riots to war? well it happened to me a lot of times. Too many to the point where I stop and wonder, is my brain the actual control center or is it my stomach? Because right now, my stomach declares new emperor of the kingdom of my body. I try to cool down its temper by drinking water, but it still doesn’t work. I try chewing gum and for a while, it is still, but the second the flavor runs out, it fires up again. What to do?

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If it was the weekends and it was in the middle of the day, I would LOVE to go grab a large hamburger and eat it, but of course, it has to be in the middle of the night, or am too busy with homework, or I’m in a super lazy mode. If ONLY I had a butler who would serve me something delicious like…

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Ooh, the sweet and soft chocolate dessert topped with gold dust… yea…right.

or maybe I can ask someone to take me to cheese cake factory to get their special cheese cake. Oh, how wonderful it seems…

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So what to do?

First of all,

Stop thinking about it.

I don’t know about you, but when I think about food, my stomach gets wacko on me.

From here, it depends on you: if you should eat or shouldn’t eat.

If you should eat, then the best thing to do is just eat whatever is in your kitchen.

Try not to aim for the ones that are more fattening and more sweet, but something healthy, like any fruits or vegetables. Bananas are always great.

One of my favorite things to snack is yogurt cereal. I put about 2 to 3 scoops of plain yogurt into a bowl. Add a couple teaspoons of honey, and stir. Then I add cereal (frosted flakes are the best with this) and stir. It’s very simple but its healthy and delicious too. If I have any fresh fruits, I chop them up into tiny pieces and put them in too.

There was also a super simple snack my mom taught us how to make if we wanted a snack.

you get a bowl of rice, and pour about half of a tablespoon of sesame oil into it. Then add a tablespoon of soy sauce. Then you place a fried egg on top of the rice and mix it real well. It’s really delicious. You can add other ingredients like chopped romaine lettuce, crumbled tofu, boiled spinach, leftover K-BBQ, etc. Get creative!

If you’re hungry but you shouldn’t eat, go brush your teeth.

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No, I’m serious. Because you brush your teeth after you eat, your body is used to the pattern; eat, brush your teeth, eat, brush your teeth. So if your stomach is giving you problems, make it confused. If you brush your teeth, it then thinks that you ate something before and will stop being hungry.

-Raining Chocolate