"No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath... We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?"

--Donald Miller

Saga of My Life Pt. II

Sunday, January 31, 2010

As last time I shared about my life so far, this is what I plan to do with my life after I graduate college:
After arriving to Lee University, I decided to become a Middle Grades Education Major, so that I can bless the younger generations with my presence and instill in them greatness. I plan on finishing my novel while here at Lee as well as directing a future award-winning movie.

However, my plans after graduation aren’t as clear. As one who has achieved such greatness so young, the future holds many opportunities. After I win an impressive amount of money on Jeopardy, I will use the winnings to provide housing to an entire village in the jungles of Guatemala, then travel around the world going on many adventures, zip-lining through the Jungles of Thailand, canoeing down the Amazon, reenacting the Circle of Life in Africa and hang-gliding with eagles.

After winning the Nobel Peace Prize, I plan on settling down and running a foster home for children and youth and inspiring them to lead fantastic lives like I have. But settling down will not signify that my life will become the least bit dull. By the time I reach my middle-aged years, I will have completed learning ten different languages fluently and fixing the age-old problem as to why hot dog buns are sold in packs of eight and hot dogs are packaged in packs of ten.

I don’t want to set my future into stone, but I know that my life will be well-lived out. I plan on meeting many interesting people and hearing their stories. I will create memories and go to bed at night happy about all that has been done that day. I will do great things and yet still make time to go out of my way to step on a crunchy leaf.

Then, after I have figured out the last digit of pi, I will live out my last days living on a space station eating space ice cream.

The Saga Of My Life

Saturday, January 16, 2010

I had to write a biography of my life for a class to introduce myself to the teacher and figured some of you would like to know about how I became so great:

The world was blessed on February 27, 1990, the day I was born in Anaheim, California. My presence was bestowed upon some blessed people known as my parents and my older sister and their lives were filled with an incredible joy as they watched me grow throughout my formative years. It soon became apparent, however, that my fan base in California was growing too demanding and my family made the decision to move to a rural town outside of Nashville so that I could try and live a “normal” life.

Obviously, their attempts for me to live a normal life failed as even living in the middle of nowhere could not suppress my outstanding talents. Nevertheless, because I was also gifted with utmost humility ever, I decided to keep out of the spotlight of the news and tabloids. My world came to astonishing climax, however, when I realized that I was not the most perfect person in the world. But, when I sat down and looked at the life and teachings of Jesus Christ, I realized that He was the greatest being to grace this world and I submitted my life to Him to follow His ways.

Together, we have continued to leave an imprint on this planet as I learned about serving others through missions and was able to extend my fan base to places such as Nicaragua, Chile and Mississippi. I learned that I loved serving people and have since committed most of my life to trying to make other people’s lives better.

This tale of my epic life cannot be told without mentioning that even superheroes have trials. When I was fourteen, my father departed from earth and went to hang out with Jesus in heaven. It was rough but with the support of Jesus and friends, I pulled through a gloomy time and continued on the extraordinary adventure of life.

When I was eighteen, I graduated high school and went through the decision of pursuing a Nobel peace prize or writing a award-winning screenplay. However, one morning I woke up and realized that I had never been to college before, something I had heard was a fascinating era of many people’s lives. So I enrolled in Lee University, where my biggest supporter and PR manager, my sister, went to school as well. I decided to major in Middle Grades Education so that I can bless the younger generations with my presence and instill in them greatness.

HOLA 2010!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

This New Year's I was invited (or dragged) by the mother to a New Year's party with Chilean people. (There are about 30 of us in the Nashville and surrounding areas in case you were wondering).

I had never met any of these people and figured that this was going to be another "adult party" where I was surrounded by the 50+ crowd and end up celebrating the New Year bored and in a corner.
Fortunately for me, this was not the case.

How Chileans Celebrate the New Year

1. Show up to the party around 10 (it doesn't matter that the party was scheduled for 9, everyone shows up at 10)
2. Get kissed and hugged by every person present (doesn't matter that you've never met them before)
3. Eat a ridiculous amount of food nonstop for about two hours (I tried cooked red cabbage--interesting)
4. Ten minutes before Midnight: Learn about different Chilean traditions of ringing in the New Year
***First, kiss the cheek of the first man you see (unfortunately, there were no cute single guys there)
***Eat a spoonful of lentils (for good luck)
***Eat a spoonful of black beans (more good luck)
***Eat 12 grapes (because Chileans like good luck)
***Drink champagne
***Be wearing yellow underwear (so that you'll find your true love in the next year--also why I'm still single)
***And my favorite tradition: Run around the house carrying a suitcase (to bring good luck on your travels--duh.)
5. Play ping-pong and other various games until the wee hours of the morning

This was possibly one of the most hilarious and cheerful New Years parties I've been to and next year if you invite me to your New Year's party, maybe now you'll know why I'm bringing a suitcase