Giants

Been getting into some sports lately. Mostly because my old man (as Sabria calls him) is really into them; I'd like to know every aspect of his life. And partly because the SF Giants are just AWESOME!

My old man was telling me how baseball is very slow paced and can be super nerve racking at times. I didn't quite understand it until the bottom of the 9th ending at the 6th game of the NCLS championship the past saturday. Every second from Wilson getting ready to the actual pitch was like a gazillion minutes, and at least a million minutes from when the ball left his hand to Posey catching it. Waiting for those gazillion minutes was worth it in the end. I asked my old man "I wonder how many people from church was watching the game?". He said "everyone, probably".

He was proven right at church the next day. Kevin wore his SF cap, even Kang watched the game, I can't manage to walk around without seeing a SF shirt or cap every 30 seconds, and Wolf: "Philadelphia has Philly cheese steak, we have the World Series! Go Giants!" Black and orange--perfect colors. especially at this time of the year. Let's have faith for the 1st game on wednesday.

I've got to admit, sports is kind of fun.

Another chance.

I've probably tried this 10 times already. So far, haven't been successful at all. Well, technically I've only tried journaling, so this is the first, I guess. Writing blogs isn't easy, but keeping it updated is probably even harder. I'm going to give it a try anyways...so here goes!

It's the end of October of 2010. Many things to look forward to, and many things to dread.For one, there are 5 birthdays among my close friends in the upcoming two weeks (this is the exciting part). And then there's Halloween. It's not so much the actual Halloween that's exciting. Afterall, though I wish I do, I don't have my little cousin Angus as an excuse to go trick-or-treating anymore. It's more of the excitement in people that excites me as well. It's my neighbor's spider web, pumpkins and skeleton decorations, it's the signs that says "HALLOWEEN COSTUMES" at Diddams, and the moms buying bags and bags of chocolate at Target. Enough about Halloween.

Months of October and November have a very particular meaning to some particular people--UC applicants. Remember thinking "Man, wouldn't it suck to do this all over again?" two years ago, and here I am once again. Two years ago I finished my application over this one night. This time, how should I do it? All nighter again?

Onward to birthdays. My is also coming up in two weeks. I used to not be a birthday person growing up, my family didn't really do the whole birthday thing. Of course, we'd still get a cake and sing happy birthday, but that's about it.The Lins are huge birthday people, and everyone's birthday was so fun that it was exciting for everyone, not just the birthday boy/girl. On my birthdays, everything was about me. I got presents, I got to decide on things, and heck it was just my freaking day. I became a birthday person, and there was no turning back. People around me aren't as big birthday people as I'd like them to be now, so it got me thinking...

Why celebrate birthdays? It is the day that I was born, it is also the day that my mom labored to bring me into the world. So...celebrate mom then? Now that I've thought about it, I know my answer: It's the day God created me and breathed a breath into me. I'm sure God and the angels celebrate God's creation too. So yeah I am going to keep celebrating your birthdays because, man am I glad God made you on that day so that you can be in my life now. And my birthdays, because I was fearfully and wonderfully made on that day.

The End

This is the last blog here. It has been a great experience blogging, because afterall, it is my first time! The end of Persepolis seemed like it left me hanging. It left me thinking about it. Someone once said that a true great movie is one that makes you think about it afterwards. I think the same goes with a novel, a really great one just leaves you thinking about it. Marjane ended the novel saying it would have been better to just go, with a graphic of her mom lying in her dad's arms. I couldn't really understand what she was saying. It felt like she left me hanging there. Though I couldn't understand what she was trying to say, I definitely felt what she wanted the readers to feel. A feeling of losing something forever, a feeling of never being able to turn back, a very upsetting feeling. Because Marjane ended the novel this way, and left me feeling so upset, I couldn't help but to think about it afterwards. I wanted to know what happened next, I didn't want the book to end there. I wanted to know what really happened to her mom, and what happened to the war. I desperately wanted to know that afterwards, everything turned out fine, because if it didn't it would be too hard to accept, it would be too dreadful. Of course, that would lead me to wanting to read Persepolis 2. But then would reading Persepolis 2 be better? Or is it better to just end there? Maybe leaving me hanging there is what Marjane is trying to do with her ending. Maybe knowing what truly happened afterwards wouldn't be true to the story. Maybe it's like a war story, in order to portray the true meaning of the story, sometimes the truth isn't even important.