I am specifically addressing American consumption. As a nation, we compose of a mere 5% of the global population; however, we also consume 23% of the global energy. Reality is, not everyone lives as we, Americans, do. So the question is, where can we find balance? Solutions are closer than you think.
For the past month, I have been working on an environmental awareness eco-commercial for a contest called L.E.A.F.
You can check out the video here
Balance in this world is a collective effort; the world is made up of you, individuals. Help spread the word and start conserving what you can.
On a side note: PRAY FOR JAPAN
Answer the Call
By Ed Ju
Arise thy soul, my tongue and lips attest
The eyes I seek the voice I wonder for.
Beneath the wings, both staunch and strong I rest,
I dream the heaven’s sky where I shall soar.
Despite mere flesh disgust and lust become,
Thy breath belongs to Him! Thou’st been deciev’d?
Always thy King and soon thy King to come,
So near and seek for those who ask’d receive’d.
To those that mock who know no truth a fool,
I tell you this: ‘when rain begin to fall,
There no more time, is then too late it’s cruel.
For time to end will be to thy appall.
Each fallen tear each desp’rate cry was seen,
So hear: ‘Return is near, the call foreseen.’
Well, before my freshman school year had started, my bro and I was looking at the choices of the sports I can do. I have never done a sport, so the list of sports looked all new to me. I really didn’t want to do PE, so I was compelled to take a sport. None of them caught my eye. I didn’t find any of them interesting. Back then, I was a pretty scrawny kid, so me and my bro joked about me doing wrestling. HAH! Back then that was just a hilarious joke. I pictured a stick and a big play-dough ball smashing into each other. Definitely not my sport. But then all the other ones seemed… I don’t know, not fitting to me… So, me and my bro we were just like, whatever, let’s just put you into Wrestling, it’ll be funny. I laughed along uncomfortably. School began; I attended the wrestling classes, bam! All the drills, practices, and condition, totally shook my body up. I have never exhausted myself to such extent before. It was… hm.. What’s the word.. Rejuvenating. A few weeks later, I began to show some talent in wrestling. It was exhilarating, definitely not easy, but exciting. Soon after, our season finally began. It was at the Irvine High school when I had my first official match ever. Most people knew I had talent, but they weren’t completely sure, as they have never seen me wrestle an official match. My first match was against Nam Tram. Oh man. Nam Tram. This guy was a celebrity at Irvine High. He had posters stuck on the walls of the school. They called him “Nam the Knock Out Tram”. When I saw these posters and heard these rumors, my legs turned into jello. My heart dissolved into my stomach. My arms loosened. God, this was not a pleasant feeling. I was going to have my very first match against this stud!? I never even wore a singlet in public, and im going have to wrestle him in my first match!? Lord, Jesus, please help me. Help me. Don’t embarrass me. Ironically, I was the first match up. There I stood. Thighs gleaming. Arms trembling. In my ridiculous singlet. Face to Face with “The Nam Tram”. Have you ever had a moment when time seemed to slow down? Well, it happened to me as the referee stuck his hand in the air and blew the whistle. My first match has begun. Thoughts burst in my head. “What should I do?” “Am I going to Lose!?”
“He’s so buff!” “Help me God!” Then suddenly, in my thoughts, I hear my brother encouraging me that “I’m the best, and I will win”. To me, this is really special. So I flexed my body, gripped him by the legs, and wrestled for my pride. The feeling, when wrestling, was something I never felt before. Everyone’s cheers and jeers become muffled. I lose my peripheral vision. My eyes become focused onto one thing. My opponent. I wrestled for the first time in my life. After the match has ended, I was clueless who won (the winner of the match is depended on who has the most points, or whoever pins the opponent first). I glanced at the score board. The referee blew his whistle, hard, as he lifted up my hands in victory. I had won… barely, but I won, against “Nam the Knockout Tram”. My chest puffed up in pride. I couldn’t believe it, so I thanked the Lord. So why do I love wrestling? It’s the excitement of stepping on the mat, embracing all the possibilities that will come upon me. After winning that match, I also won the other three matches, which made me an undefeated Irvine City Champ. This, was the spark and beginning of my wrestling adventures. As Coach Stegmaier recognized my talent, I was given the privilege to wrestle for the varsity team. I won a couple of matches and earned some medals… it was great. A blessing. Before every match, I would get super nervous and it would hurt me a lot, because just the thought of fighting someone you don’t even know, in front of a huge crowd, frightened me. Those moments were the most painful feelings. More painful than the actual wrestling. So, I would always pray to God before my match, and always, never forget that I am wrestling for him. Cause God, he’s the real man.
I recently bought a Venus Fly Trap from a local garden shop and I love it.
I spent a good deal of time researching about these and it turns out that three rollie-pollies should keep them happy for about a month.
It was very exciting watching the leaves clamp on the innocent rollie-pollies. That’s why some pictures are fuzzy, I was quivering with fascination.
I have yet to name it.
I caught this one from my brother. It’s hilariously hilarious in such a way that only highlights its pure awesomeness. I’m just going to have to try this when I see a soccer ball… though I am positive things won’t end well. And that is, me frustrated and kicking the soccer ball far, far off… away… where it will never be in my life again. Anyways, good for him :|
This is my new, though non-furry, little friend. We call him Prayman.
We captured him outside our balcony and believe me, it was not easy. Not easy emotionally for me, anyways. I’m sauce when it comes to insects and bugs. Foxes and wolves yeah, I’ll beat them to the ground, but slimey bugs and insects, no, I’m screamin’ and I don’t care who hears me. My mom helped me (so what?) capture it. Well, I guess it’d be more accurate to say that I helped her catch it. I just designed its jar-home. I think the final product is actually quite ingenious. First, I got a sliced edge of an apple and stuck through it a stiff tomato stem. The tomato stem had curls and several branches sprouting out of it so it gave it a nice artsy touch. I placed this inside of the jar. A couple of shredded pieces of lettuce and some baby carrots, and that jar-home is a done-deal. Looks like this:
That’s my big brother, not me.
A tad blurry, but still a success!
All this excitement and screaming over Prayman made me hungry. Praise God for moms who cook!