My life priorities:
1. Find my companion to share my life with.
2. Be successful and accomplish on many levels.
3. Raise my children in a way that allows them to change the world.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Could I leave?
The moon looked to me and said why do you stay with her if she makes you cry and I looked to the moon and said moon would you ever leave your sky?
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
رايس تجتمع مع مبارك قبل أن تتوجه الى إسرائي
تجتمع وزيرة الخارجية الأمريكية كوندوليزا رايس صباح اليوم الأربعاء بالرئيس المصري حسني مبارك، قبل أن تتوجه إلى كل من اسرائيل والاراضي الفلسطينية.
ومن المقرر أن تلتقى رايس مع الرئيس الفلسطيني محمود عباس ورئيس الوزراء الاسرائيلي ايهود أولمرت.
وقد اجتمعت رايس أمس الثلاثاء مع ثمانية من وزراء خارجية دول التعاون الخليجي ومصر والأردن.
ومن المقرر أن تلتقى رايس مع الرئيس الفلسطيني محمود عباس ورئيس الوزراء الاسرائيلي ايهود أولمرت.
وقد اجتمعت رايس أمس الثلاثاء مع ثمانية من وزراء خارجية دول التعاون الخليجي ومصر والأردن.
я только что!!!
вообще!, я только что узнал что я могу писать по-русски! я не знал что это возможно! Я очень рад тому!
The Scotts!!!
Today I was privilaged to hear from a former 1st Chancellor of the Scottish parliament, Henry McLeish. I was so extremely impressed. Speachless. So professional, so much abilitiy to guide his thoughts, defuse tense questions, and make light of both things he advocates and those he doesn't. Makes me want to seriously consider the internship with the Scottish parliament.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Why parents are wrong.
Parents,
They forget what it was like to be younger. They think they know what is best now, for you, because they know the mistakes they made, they know how they would like to change their lives. In the process they may end up ruining their children's lives.
They forget what it was like to be younger. They think they know what is best now, for you, because they know the mistakes they made, they know how they would like to change their lives. In the process they may end up ruining their children's lives.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
On Track
Yeah, so about that stuff a month ago? I'd take it down, but it's a part of me and what I've been through and felt. But I am SOOO on track baby!
Monday, July 24, 2006
Wasted
How do you overcome sorrow. The kind of sorrow that leads you to believe all you have done is in vain. All the struggles, heartaches, and hopes, the belief in that amazing shared happiness.
I have wasted my summer, my life, and myself on an empty dream. I let myself feel so deeply, trust for what I thought would be the last time, believe my heart was in safe hands and that it was honest and real this time.
I have been wasted.
How can someone make you believe that they love you with all their heart and soul, connect with you from words of a precious book, and speak peace to your heart, express the deepest warmth and desire, trust and love, express a yearning for you that makes their soul tremble with excitement at the thought of again being in your arms and then turn on a dime, without any input from the person they claimed to cherish, when the world tells them that this kind of love isn't real, they leave you with nothing.
I was asked to believe, and to show that I did by erasing any prospects for a different life with a different person. I spent the last month of my life preparing for what she wanted with all her heart, and what I in turn did too.
My only friends are now 24hour fitness, a 5 mile stretch of road between where I live and center street in Orem, the books I read while the friends I left are out flirting the nights away and my ipod which blares U2 and Gladiator on my twilight runs.
I have opened my heart as far as it can open, and that's really far, and I have put it on the line time after time. There is nothing left of me.
I am wasted.
I have wasted my summer, my life, and myself on an empty dream. I let myself feel so deeply, trust for what I thought would be the last time, believe my heart was in safe hands and that it was honest and real this time.
I have been wasted.
How can someone make you believe that they love you with all their heart and soul, connect with you from words of a precious book, and speak peace to your heart, express the deepest warmth and desire, trust and love, express a yearning for you that makes their soul tremble with excitement at the thought of again being in your arms and then turn on a dime, without any input from the person they claimed to cherish, when the world tells them that this kind of love isn't real, they leave you with nothing.
I was asked to believe, and to show that I did by erasing any prospects for a different life with a different person. I spent the last month of my life preparing for what she wanted with all her heart, and what I in turn did too.
My only friends are now 24hour fitness, a 5 mile stretch of road between where I live and center street in Orem, the books I read while the friends I left are out flirting the nights away and my ipod which blares U2 and Gladiator on my twilight runs.
I have opened my heart as far as it can open, and that's really far, and I have put it on the line time after time. There is nothing left of me.
I am wasted.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Mid Summer Night's Run
I've never known what it's like to forget everything. To not feel anything. For the first time in my life, I forget to eat...all day...two days. I don't feel hunger because it's covered up by a different kind of ache. I've never known no motivation to go to the gym...for 6 weeks straight. What is it that I have become to not find joy in anything? I try, for short bursts to make myself find enjoyment in the things that used to make me happy, but they still seem so empty. Is it the emptiness of a person?..of me? The world seems grey, icecream is just a tasteless paste, I have noone to share my flowers with, so who cares how good they smell, how beautiful they are. And if there was a person, I'd smile, give her the flowers and walk away. Why enjoy something with someone. It doesn't last. Why do we send letters?...in the end they are just paper with ink on them. Emotions attached to them long ago no longer have meaning....they must never have meant anything in the first place. Why do we listen to music?... Music hurts. I used to be able to lay out in a park on a beautiful day, stare up at a blue sky with some amazing soundtrack resonating in my ears, I was so optimistic. I cared about everything, everything was vibrant with color, teaming with activity, I was alive. I wanted to share that with someone, but I lost myself. I slipped away. I had to search within myself for the strength to understand why it just wasn't simple...clear cut..we were meant to be, I had to keep fighting for it, being patient for it until I broke without even knowing it. Emotions...feelings, I've finally conquered them and locked them up. Only, with the pain gone, so it my joy. For now, it's worth it. I can get myself out of bed before noon. I can at least think about eating. When will i have the courage to open up again?
At 11pm tonight I put on my running shoes and sprinted out the front door. I didn't stop for half an hour. I must have run 5 miles on a cold body. It is a crystal clear night. And there is no light pollution up here in the mountains. I saw stars...and a big huge bright moon. Everything was cold and crisp and silent. I ran on trails through the mountains wondering if some creature would jump out at me. I remembered my balcony in Egypt. So many dreams. Why do we let others tear them away from us? Talk "sense" into us, as if they were there and understood what we felt then. They weren't. I let myself live for those feelings. It was so obvious what my life's path should be, and who I should spend it with. They say that any two righteous people..striving for celestial lives.. can spend this life happily together. Well if that were the only requirement I'd say the experiences and feelings we shared put us light years ahead of that.
How many people have stared at the moon, in all the ages of time, in all the continents and kingdoms, from all classes and casts, and wished, and wondered. When will she come? When will I be able to open and rest this heart in love? We dream of epic love. Try dreaming once you've had that, only to have lost it.
At 11pm tonight I put on my running shoes and sprinted out the front door. I didn't stop for half an hour. I must have run 5 miles on a cold body. It is a crystal clear night. And there is no light pollution up here in the mountains. I saw stars...and a big huge bright moon. Everything was cold and crisp and silent. I ran on trails through the mountains wondering if some creature would jump out at me. I remembered my balcony in Egypt. So many dreams. Why do we let others tear them away from us? Talk "sense" into us, as if they were there and understood what we felt then. They weren't. I let myself live for those feelings. It was so obvious what my life's path should be, and who I should spend it with. They say that any two righteous people..striving for celestial lives.. can spend this life happily together. Well if that were the only requirement I'd say the experiences and feelings we shared put us light years ahead of that.
How many people have stared at the moon, in all the ages of time, in all the continents and kingdoms, from all classes and casts, and wished, and wondered. When will she come? When will I be able to open and rest this heart in love? We dream of epic love. Try dreaming once you've had that, only to have lost it.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Mi iii
I went and saw MI iii..... Yes Christine...MI iii!!! Ha ha, Mission Impossible 3. I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't nearly as corny as the second movie, and basically as good as the first. I highly recommend it. ps. Due to the previews seen at MI3 I'm pretty excited about the Promise coming out..looks pretty cool, and even more excited about the new Jack Black movie, nacho or something like that....I laughed so hard I cried, for like 5 minutes...just off the preview.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Nevermind
In light of yesterdays events, I have decided to take Tehran off of my itinerary. I'm brave...but not THAT brave.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
My Kind of Woman
"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing sister Schenck's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."
-Marjorie Pay Hinckley
"There are those who give little of the much which they have---and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholsome.
And there are those who have little and give it all.
These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty."
-Kahlil Gibran
Thanks to Heather.
-Marjorie Pay Hinckley
"There are those who give little of the much which they have---and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholsome.
And there are those who have little and give it all.
These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty."
-Kahlil Gibran
Thanks to Heather.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Dahab
Another terrorist bomb goes off on the Egyptian Sinai Peninsula. I have BEEN there. I wrote sweet nothings in the sand on that beach. Dahab is such a beautiful town, crystal clear water lined with white beaches. People wind surfing and snorkeling in paradise. I can't wait for my summit. I can't wait to fight this senseless killing.
Sim, em verdade, em verdade vos digo que se todos os homens tivessem sido e fossem e pudessem sempre ser como moroni, eis que os proprios poderes do inferno teriam sido abalados para sempre; sim, o diabo nunca teria poder sobre o coracao dos filhos dos homens.
Sim, em verdade, em verdade vos digo que se todos os homens tivessem sido e fossem e pudessem sempre ser como moroni, eis que os proprios poderes do inferno teriam sido abalados para sempre; sim, o diabo nunca teria poder sobre o coracao dos filhos dos homens.
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