As I mentioned in a post last week, I am posting my new speech which I have written for Toastmaster today. This is the speech I’m set to present today. Wish me luck and hope you enjoy this semi-fictional story.
This thought originally appeared in my head about two months ago but because of reasons beyond my comprehension, I haven’t expressed in words until now. Better late than never, right?
For a greater part of my life, I have struggled with accepting myself as part of the family I come from. I look nothing like my mom and compared with all the photos I have of my dad, I don’t look much like him either.
There is nothing like returning to one’s elementary school after fifteen years to find it closed and on the verge of being expanded once again into a larger school because the current size can’t accommodate for the current population. Talk about perfect timing. I spent four years here when the school was only half this…
Nowadays, with iPhones and other smart phones and tablets, 4G web everywhere, and social media (Facebook, Twitter, etc.), most people can simply tap a button on their phones, snap a picture, and share it with everyone but did you know… that once upon a time, a camera looked like this? It was bulky and worst…
As I told my curious reader in the comments of Is the Universe Working Against Me?, I am going to see a dermatologist today. Well, I went.
Why do I feel like a part of the universe is working against me here?
You would think that after 40 first days of school, I would be some sort of expert by the 41st first day of school. Still, the fear continued.
At the end of July, I wrote about a vivid and dramatic dream I had about my mom and I vacationing on an island.
How would you respond when someone tell you, “You’re very smart”?
Did I tell you about the time when I had to make the decision of whether to keep my Chinese name or take an English name?
Here is the third speech I wrote for my public speaking and please note that this is a counter-persuasive speech in which I am against managers hiring introverts (no offense to all introverts out there, I’m one myself but that’s the assignment).
My public speaking class officially came to an end this morning, after I turned in all the research I conducted for my speeches and receive the grade from my final speech along with a great big donut. My finance class will end tomorrow and then I hope I can finally take a breath before my…
As my public speaking class draws to an end, I’ve decided to share the speeches I wrote for the class. Yesterday, I shared the last speech, today, I’ll share the first speech I wrote for the class. As you read, please keep in mind that this is an informative speech. Difference between Introvert and Extrovert…
For once in a long time, I don’t have anything written today. I spent the entire weekend writing my final speech for my public speaking class and I am giving that speech today.
Religion and Politics. These are two topics you will never see me post on my blog. Why? Because those are two of the most opinionated and sensitive topics out there. Because those are two topics that essentially started wars and tore apart families, friends, and mankind. Because I dislike those two topics.
Last night, I wanted so bad to hurt someone, something. Punch a hole in the wall. Rip my pillow in half. Throw everything at the wall. But I couldn’t. Damn that sentimentality.
So far I’ve read quite a few responses to today’s daily prompt and learned a lot about my fellow bloggers’ detailed family lineages and quite frankly, I know almost nothing of my own.
Writing’s an art, in my opinion but this wasn’t what I thought until about two years ago. Before that, my relationship with writing was merely obligatory, just a requirement to fulfill a task assigned by teachers, tutors, etc.
Everybody have fears in them and sometimes it may be silly, serious, small, or large. Fear lives within everyone. However, if you try hard enough to conquer those fears, you can ultimately become fearless.
I have been called stubborn by multiple individuals with my mom and her friends occupying about 85% of those individuals. Sometimes it’s a compliment while sometimes, it’s just plain mean because they are using the word out of context.
When it comes to bullying, I am no stranger. I have been in plenty of situations. It is a very relatable topic for me. I was often the victim and only on a few rare occasion when I was bully and I certainly did not enjoy being on the other side.
Friendship means a lot and very little to me. Maybe if I have a more encouraging parent…