<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:50:40.066-07:00</updated><category term='A child under an angel&apos;s wings'/><category term='life&apos;s greatness'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Buddhist thinking...I know where I&apos;m going..I just can&apos;t get there..Not yet.'/><category term='please stay.'/><category term='Hope that someday a father will find this..'/><category term='reason'/><category term='love'/><category term='Written by a small seed in the world of chaos'/><title type='text'>Its time</title><subtitle type='html'>"Tick tock Tick tock, its time to love. Tick tock tick tock, its time to learn. Tick tock Tick tock, its time to live"--My hero forever, Gary Fan.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5126639293173146198</id><published>2009-12-22T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:41:43.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one thing on my mind</title><content type='html'>that is when you graduate, i hope we will still talk to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5126639293173146198?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5126639293173146198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5126639293173146198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5126639293173146198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5126639293173146198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-one-thing-on-my-mind.html' title='Only one thing on my mind'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-18931456570439643</id><published>2009-12-08T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:12:30.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Space</title><content type='html'>We were in English and Mr.huss was talking about how we can't measure the value of a star but we can measure the height. He continued going on how about that star might support life. Then I thought, how lucky we are. Take some time and really think about the words you are about to read. First, we are given life, how is this even amazingly possible in the first place, think about humans have become the top creature at the food chain, the most advance. Second, We are given emotions, but how? I understand its based on some chemicals you're body produced. But who decided to make those chemicals? Nature? if so then what dictates nature? God? if so then where did god come from? its pretty scary when you think about. 3rd what's our puropose on life, we only have one, so what do we do with it? and after we are done where do we go? Is there really a heaven? is there really an incarnation, what is the truth. Sadly humans are blinded from the truth, but why? there must be some higher being. then we are back where we started in the 1st place on why did this higher being make life and why make humans at the top?Next lets look at the chance, it just so happens that one of the nine planets can support life that is a 11.111% of having life at all...that is scary. Next it just so happens that a meteor comes and crashes into this so called "Earth" and creates water, water creates algae, which creates many other organisms. but wait? where did the comet come from? well somewhere in outer space. Then where did outer space come from? God? if so then we are back at the point in why god decided to choose and create the earth, but also where or how is this god in being? And for you athiests out there, if it isn't god then what created the universe? The big bang sure but how did the big bang start? There has to be a time zero somewhere. Finnaly, think about the people around you, you met them and they met you. what are the chances of that you could've met over 100 trilion other people in the world, but you met this one. For me, I've found "her" and she found me. out of all the other people we could've met we found each other. Pretty weird thought isn't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the exact reason why you want to life your live, not exist. This is also why you want to live your life and not try to learn why you are here. Because if you do, well you're just wasting your time. Just know this: 1) You are here because something wants you to be here. 2) you are you because someone wants a person like you to exist. 3) the people you meet are destined to meet you because something wants you too meet them. 4) in the afterlife something will be there to guide and protect you. 5) "If I spent all my time trying to understand life, I'd miss all the wonderful things I learned while living it"--Cyrus Yang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-18931456570439643?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/18931456570439643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=18931456570439643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/18931456570439643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/18931456570439643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-and-space.html' title='Time and Space'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5385934967767582361</id><published>2009-11-29T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:55:33.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's defintly a gift.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how blessed I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her for barely two days. Yet, we were so simillar, we became friends instantly. The last time I saw her was at the movies with her, she was smiling as usual and laughing at the chessy acting and plot of new moon, and I smiling with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty rough day yesterday, yet she asked me what's wrong,if everything was alright. She listened to everything I had to say, and she said it'd all be ok, just keep moving on. But she also understood how i felt, because she was in the same position as me. I'm truly blessed to have a friend like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's a senior, and I'm afraid when she goes on to college, we won't be able to talk like we did that day. Time is the ultimate obstacle they say. So if that happens and one day you just happen to read this, please don't forget the times we shared together as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You truly don't know what you've got till its gone", I refuse to let this be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5385934967767582361?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5385934967767582361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5385934967767582361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5385934967767582361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5385934967767582361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-defintly-gift.html' title='She&apos;s defintly a gift.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-173187203722878791</id><published>2009-11-25T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:32:31.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those I haven't met</title><content type='html'>At YIG I realized one major thing, that there was  A LOT of people there. I was suprised at all the new faces i met and the people i actually made a bond with. Its kind of scary thinking how even in the state of South Carolina you only know less then .1% of people. That's a lot of people you don't know that have stories to tell and experiences to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to meet as many people as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all it starts with is one simple word&lt;br /&gt;"Hey".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-173187203722878791?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/173187203722878791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=173187203722878791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/173187203722878791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/173187203722878791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-i-havent-met.html' title='Those I haven&apos;t met'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-6963137470057687308</id><published>2009-11-11T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:35:57.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>I swear this probbably has to be the best month of the year(not really lol).&lt;br /&gt;Well 1st of all there was blue key, warm weather, seeing the gators own the bulldogs, and having a starbucks on campus(two actually).What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;2nd- International Festival. Ok this can explain itself, food, culture, me actually performing this year XD, and hanging out with friends. Best of all its on a friday night.&lt;br /&gt;3rd- Mauldin. ah Mauldin, the 1st tournament I placed at when i was a novice :), so its very close to my heart. Defintly can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;4th- YIG, I didn't go last year so I can't say too much, but what i've been hearing it seems pretty awesome. Best part is haning out with friends and meeting new people. &lt;br /&gt;5th-Thanksgiving break. Ok seriously can this month get any better??&lt;br /&gt;6th- George Mason University(this is a maybe) Ok it just did. A 4(5?) day debate tournament at a national level. That is automatically a reason to smile :)&lt;br /&gt;Well well looks like here are 6 reasons why november seems pretty epic. Can't wait till it all happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-6963137470057687308?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/6963137470057687308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=6963137470057687308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6963137470057687308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6963137470057687308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-4932596895512770817</id><published>2009-11-08T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:11:35.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>Sigh, i think its time I blog on something that I feel is an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a friend of mine, she's been pretty stressed out lately and its not only affecting her grades but her social interactions with other as well as her after school activities. I still remember calling her one day to make sure she was okay. Only to listen to a crying voice, we talked for about 45 minutes. She, just letting go everything in her mind, and I, absorbing all of the sadness that dwelled in her. I tried to help her the best I could. For I too was caught in the exact same situation, I was depressed, my grades were being affected as well as my social interation. I found a way out though by dropping some stuff so I still had time to work and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets get back on topic, I want her to be happy she's a very close friend of mine, but what i've been noticing is that she's  started to become quieter and quieter and her friends have started to space out from her. I hate to see that, I still give her a smile when I see her in the hallways and a "hey" but I know i'm probbably one of the few who still do. I know the reason why people are spacing from her, or maybe its just my imagination. I don't know but I do know for a fact she's changed. She wrote a blog post today apologizing for some stuff. I don't know how many people read it but I hope thet accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are like legos, each friend creates a new part, a new part of you"--Yang Zi Ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-4932596895512770817?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/4932596895512770817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=4932596895512770817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/4932596895512770817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/4932596895512770817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/11/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-511117770628362021</id><published>2009-11-05T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:54:12.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break!</title><content type='html'>So looks like I have another goal to complete before I leave high school. That is to breakdance. I know it seems crazy but i think high schoolers can do it, I just need to build up my body muscle first and then work on technique. The trick i have is a windmilll and no please don't go and google windmilling or you'll get a really akward hit about swinging something in order to slap someone. Windmill is basically rolling on your back while your legs shift your body, its called a windmill becuase your legs act like the "blades" of the windmilll as you spin around. Its pretty cool and I think I can get it down by January we'll see though we'll see that's what winter break is for right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-511117770628362021?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/511117770628362021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=511117770628362021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/511117770628362021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/511117770628362021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/11/break.html' title='Break!'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1543571403373784064</id><published>2009-10-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:59:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when october ends.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I fall asleep, I'd like to pretend that some things are just nightmares, and I'll eventually wake up and everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1543571403373784064?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1543571403373784064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1543571403373784064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1543571403373784064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1543571403373784064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-me-up-when-october-ends.html' title='wake me up when october ends.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-7601561783116813959</id><published>2009-10-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:16:11.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love you GFAN!</title><content type='html'>When I heard that Gary Fan was in the hospital my heart dropped. This is the person who has done so much for not only a huge number of people but also me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guy who &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Became my first SHS friend&lt;br /&gt;Help me find the joy in Forensics&lt;br /&gt;Helped me on my feet after tournaments&lt;br /&gt;Give endless amount of support and determination&lt;br /&gt;Helps without wanting anything back&lt;br /&gt;Wears  a smile each and every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MISS YOU GARY FAN AND WE ARE ALL HERE FOR YOU AND WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT YOU NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-7601561783116813959?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/7601561783116813959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=7601561783116813959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7601561783116813959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7601561783116813959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-love-you-gfan.html' title='We love you GFAN!'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1423313096702607121</id><published>2009-10-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:54:54.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everybody need some time away..."</title><content type='html'>Ok, for those of you who do know who I'm going to talk about that's nice, please don't comment(for the sake of keeping it low profile). Well you see it basically went down like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked her out afterschool on monday&lt;br /&gt;Its thursday(I know I know, maybe I'm rushing things too quickly) but hey I'll have to learn to be patient, I'm giving her all the time she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you've already said no, then please please please just say it to me, a hurt heart is better then a heart that's longing for something that can't be reached. Don't be afriad to hurt me..you'll help me so please if it doesn't work out just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, This week felt amazing, until today. Ugh I don't know, or is it just me that some days just plain suck? Its not like today i got bad news or anything but I just didn't feel in tune with everything else in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still super happy and excited and it's all good. I just guess its just one of those days where i'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall status for today: extremelly happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I look at her and the way she is always smiling, it reminds me of something I forgot a long time ago. That in everyday there's something worth being happy about"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1423313096702607121?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1423313096702607121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1423313096702607121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1423313096702607121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1423313096702607121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/10/everybody-need-some-time-away.html' title='&quot;Everybody need some time away...&quot;'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-8176502419852443885</id><published>2009-10-04T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:23:14.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It keeps us together.</title><content type='html'>Well well, looks like I couldn't give up on you blog...always seeming to come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;First off, Carolina was AMAZING. When you realize that half the people on stage are from Southside. Your heart pounds harder. You yell louder. Your body is filled with energy. That is why I love forensics. Not because of the competition in the round, always trying to improve yourself. But because the amazing people on this team and the amazing moments we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason I love Forensics, is because I've found someone new. Just when I thought I wouldn't. I refuse to lose her this time, I didn't take chances last year, but I will with her. I want to take this one step further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE LEGEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-8176502419852443885?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/8176502419852443885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=8176502419852443885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8176502419852443885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8176502419852443885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-keeps-us-together.html' title='It keeps us together.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-3798979111108170734</id><published>2009-09-26T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:38:10.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends..</title><content type='html'>Well well, looks like you win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to B&amp;N today, and was talking with a group of friends. One asked me "Hey you know you should get back to blogging", My response" No, i really don't have anything to blog about". Him" Well you should blog about how your friends encouraged you to do one more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, blogging about it. I hope we can meet in 4 years and act like nothing happened, nothing changed, we were just 4 great friends, I hope we all go somewhere we can just chill and relax and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's enjoy our time with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See cya in 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus Yang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-3798979111108170734?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/3798979111108170734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=3798979111108170734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/3798979111108170734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/3798979111108170734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends.html' title='Friends..'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-8551673581975911862</id><published>2009-08-16T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:58:30.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it seems that the blogging community,or at least the blogs i'm viewing, are completly dead atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school's about to start and to be honest I couldn't wait. Summer was kind of boring since I couldn't hang out with my friends everyday, and summer kind of felt like a rollercoaster that wouldn't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I've had another mysterious blogger visit my blog and once again be rude,however the last one was helpfull, this one was just rude. So Lindsey if you are reading this, which I don't see the reason why, and I don't have an idea on how you stumbled upon this. I was angry at that moment, and all people do. End of story. so you focus on your life, and let me focus on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait till School starts, seeing friends everyday, as well as letting time fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm letting this blog die, since it serves no purpose to me or benefits society. And I'm kind of in a state or Writer's block, so Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-8551673581975911862?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/8551673581975911862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=8551673581975911862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8551673581975911862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8551673581975911862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-it-seems-that-blogging-communityor.html' title=''/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1036868912967656264</id><published>2009-08-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:14:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"REALLY ACT LIKE YOUR AGE NOT YOUR IQ."</title><content type='html'>Wow, today something really just ticked me over. So I decided to introduce my best friend to my rising sohpmore friends. At first it was fine with the "Who's lucas?". Because everyone's a little curious inside. But curiosity killed the cat. Then it got out of control, some people weren't attending but still asking "Who's Lucas" Ok first of all If you don't want to meet him face to face why would I have the burden to tell  you since you obviously don't give horse shit about who he is. Second of all, a friend said he wouldn't go downtown to meet a stranger however this is why you suck at debate, one  your friends didn't know you since the day  you were born. Two everyone had to meet a stranger in their life HELL, YOUR MOM AND DAD WEREN'T MOM AND DAD WHEN YOU WERE FIRST BORN IDIOT. Thrid, if you never met a stranger then you've never met a friend, all friends start out as an unkown person, YOU GET TO KNOW THE PERSON FIRST THEN CALL THEM YOUR FRIENDS. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW PEOPLE YOU DON'T WANT TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of those who made it this far, I apologize, it's just sometimes to cure a evil, you need to create an even eviler one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1036868912967656264?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1036868912967656264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1036868912967656264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1036868912967656264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1036868912967656264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-act-like-your-age-not-your-iq.html' title='&quot;REALLY ACT LIKE YOUR AGE NOT YOUR IQ.&quot;'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5878103494387538845</id><published>2009-07-26T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:54:35.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's a gift that's why its called the present.</title><content type='html'>While running today, it finnaly hit me that running wasn't just a way to excersize the mind and body, but was a way of life as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you run, you realize what you past and you enjoy seeing it fade behind you, because then you know you're moving forward. You also see what's in front of you and chase them, just like we are told to chase another SHS member during practices. But what you chase isn't another person (might be? crush?), but you're dreams and goals. But yet the most important part of running is the actual running itself. You realize that yes you are moving forward and yes you are chasing your goals, but yet you're enjoying right now, the sweat, the pain in your legs, the heaviness of your breathing. You've discovered that it takes now to reach the future and now to create the past. And just like running, your life has times of uphills and downhills and curves, and straighaway's.But despite all of this you're still running, you are making the attempt to move forward, but not just move to your goals, not just create the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You create Yourself, who you want to be and where you want to go. Let's face it the ending flag is only a symbol of telling you "you've done it" but you had to run there first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5878103494387538845?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5878103494387538845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5878103494387538845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5878103494387538845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5878103494387538845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-gift-thats-why-its-called.html' title='Today&apos;s a gift that&apos;s why its called the present.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2842393036860098550</id><published>2009-07-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:52:19.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>economic sanctions ought not be used to achieve foreign policy objectives.</title><content type='html'>This shall be fun, i have 2 weeks woot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2842393036860098550?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2842393036860098550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2842393036860098550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2842393036860098550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2842393036860098550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/07/economic-sanctions-ought-not-be-used-to.html' title='economic sanctions ought not be used to achieve foreign policy objectives.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2222678812334935543</id><published>2009-07-14T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:52:44.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Major, He's wounded"</title><content type='html'>Got APWH score back today.....eh not that great, but not bad. 1st instinct was could've done better. 2nd instinct was you're an idiot you spent all that time for nothing. 3rd instinct was look at you, pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because everyone who knows me, knows I work hard and dedicated. But so what? A kid can be the hardest worker in the world, and when he sets his mind to something he doesn't stop till its finished. But he can still be as dumb as a rock. I don't know, its hard to believe that I spent more then half my freshman year studying for the final just to get a grade like that. Feels like a bullet just tore off both my legs, my arms and shot a magic bullet that completly destroyed my will power, and my opponent just stood over me and laughed. All that time in study groups and lecturing and what's even worse the assault from Dad saying "Why?" feels like a hot knife stabbed right into my skin. I could've done better. But why didn't I??!! WHY???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that "When you are at the top, remember what it felt like to be at the bottom. and when you're at the bottom remember what it felt like to be at the top." Well right now I feel at the bottom, but I don't know what it feels like to be at the top. Everyone expects so much out of me and I expect so much out of myself, but what happens when everything you want to be turns back and bites you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the battlefield soldiers, there is only one rule, kill or get killed."&lt;br /&gt;"Sir we have a wounded one in the field"&lt;br /&gt;"leave him be"&lt;br /&gt;"but sir.."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not risking two lives because one soldier couldn't push himself enough to survive"&lt;br /&gt;In this world you either kill( get good grades, get into a good college, get a good job) or get killed( become nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to push myself harder, parents say I push myself too hard and I say "The skies the limit"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2222678812334935543?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2222678812334935543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2222678812334935543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2222678812334935543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2222678812334935543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/07/major-hes-wounded.html' title='&quot;Major, He&apos;s wounded&quot;'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2013417843053801719</id><published>2009-07-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:44:46.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When reality hits.</title><content type='html'>have you ever felt that your life was like living in the mist? That you couldn't see what was in front of you or what was behind you or even if you're feet was on the ground? But yet everything was perfect, the silence, the calm breeze, the cool driplets on your skin, the fresh breath in the morning. But what happens when that mist dissaperars and you find yourself facing a storm. Lightling, thunder and pouring rain, and you realize this is the true world you live in, not that misty fantasy. And as you look at the true world you realize that everything you've been doing was just a dream. Cus in the End the Storm Will Take Everything Away From You in A Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel today, reality just overcame fantasy, and I've been hit hard real hard. I'm not going to be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2013417843053801719?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2013417843053801719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2013417843053801719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2013417843053801719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2013417843053801719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-reality-hits.html' title='When reality hits.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-6892245671613319774</id><published>2009-07-05T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:52:03.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolved</title><content type='html'>I affirm the Resolved: Debate camp is more fun then being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value for this round will be fun, simply as stated in the resolution we are weighing how much fun debate camp is and how much fun home is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value criteria: Activities&lt;br /&gt;AS the activities become more varied the more things one can do which increases fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C1: Debate camp has more activities then home.&lt;br /&gt;Debate camp not only offers one meets new people but also endless amounts of laughter,debate, and advice. Not to mention constant drills. Where at home its only watchint T.V or on youtube, and those do not last long because one's attention span becomes tired of it. Impact: Debate camp outweighs home on inside activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub point A: Debate camp offers more time outside of the complex.&lt;br /&gt;At home it is true one can go outside but one does not find enjoyment there all alone. Debate camp offers time to be with friends, such as south beach. It also offers other activites such as the dance this coming up friday but also a exihibtion debate in front of the whole camp(which i was nominated for :D). Impact: Debate outweighs home on outside activites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You automatically look to the AFfirmative side because 1: Debate camp offers more inside activites, and 2: Debate camp offers more outside activites. Thus outweighing the negative on the VC which outweighs the negative on the value of Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think you get the points, I'd rather be a debate camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-6892245671613319774?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/6892245671613319774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=6892245671613319774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6892245671613319774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6892245671613319774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/07/resolved.html' title='Resolved'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5885065420783340065</id><published>2009-06-29T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:52:34.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauderdale day 3</title><content type='html'>Well its time about you learn my roomates,well there is Sahil and we usually visit ecah other's room a lot to work. Then we have this retarded indian guy who loves critiques. Then we have a really silent white guy, who rarely comes out of his room. And of course we have a black dude, who's a beast at debate, he's a sophmore and has already been to nationals in his freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically our task for today was write cases to debate tomorrow woot! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting extremly tired of eating subway, btw the campus card we are given to our dorms apparently has 200 dollars on it..and we have starbucks..enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a unique kid named luis, imagine tim just white, and more obnoxious whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group overall is a pretty cool set of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to send out cases....joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5885065420783340065?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5885065420783340065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5885065420783340065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5885065420783340065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5885065420783340065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/lauderdale-day-3.html' title='Lauderdale day 3'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2777416013105730713</id><published>2009-06-28T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:53:17.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauderdale day 2</title><content type='html'>Well I finnaly got a ride on the plane and made it safely to Lauderdale. So basically here was the run down of the day.&lt;br /&gt;12-1 I arrived at the campus to eat lunch(subway FTW)&lt;br /&gt;1-4 was case structuring&lt;br /&gt;4-5:30 was flow drills&lt;br /&gt;5:30-6:30 was Dinner&lt;br /&gt;6:30-7:45 was a exhibition debate(it was pretty awesome)&lt;br /&gt;7:45-8:30 was going over the debate&lt;br /&gt;8:30-? is homework.&lt;br /&gt;So far Its been a pretty awesome day, hope to finish this up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2777416013105730713?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2777416013105730713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2777416013105730713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2777416013105730713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2777416013105730713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/lauderdale-day-2.html' title='Lauderdale day 2'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-273324882670772342</id><published>2009-06-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:37:42.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauderdale(Gah..FML.)</title><content type='html'>Tell me how does a man miss his flight when he gets to the airport 2 hours early. That's right someone mistakes the man's arrival time with his departure time. Guess what? I'm still in South Carolina and I missed my flight by 14 minutes...FML. Sigh whatever, luckily tomorrow I have a reserved flight to there and I hopefully will get a seat since I'm on standby, and luckily I have a ride to the campus. I also asked Sahil to send over the information we learned today over Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall status for the day ;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-273324882670772342?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/273324882670772342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=273324882670772342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/273324882670772342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/273324882670772342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/lauderdalegahfml.html' title='Lauderdale(Gah..FML.)'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-8216844063202533135</id><published>2009-06-27T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:39:04.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauderdale</title><content type='html'>well I'm off to Lauderdale, and I'll be recording both what I've been learning and daily life there, pretty excited yet pretty nervous lol w/e. Hey Varun if you see this, I'm going to post up everyday, so you'll get the info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-8216844063202533135?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/8216844063202533135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=8216844063202533135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8216844063202533135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8216844063202533135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/lauderdale.html' title='Lauderdale'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5275016440745808884</id><published>2009-06-23T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:41:58.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope that someday a father will find this..'/><title type='text'>I know I"m late</title><content type='html'>UH-OH yeah I know that I'm late for a father's day post but hey I made it.&lt;br /&gt;Xi(Max) Yang&lt;br /&gt;Dad was born two years before the Greap leap forward ended( or the great fall back you choose). And because of this there was a major lack of food. He came home everyday to eat water with rice( Shi(techincally its shui but w/e) Fan-i know i butchered it cus its in english). He went to a mediocre elementary and middle school. He graduated from middle school as #1 and went to the best high school in Shanghai (equivialnce of going to harvard.) However, when he entered after he got his first report card he was ranked 99 out of 100 students, he couldn't believe it. The teacher went by so fast and his basics were weak. My dad became determined he worked hard and never stopped studying and working. I remember he told me that he would study in the Library and he was so into his study that he didn't even realize that the teacher had told him to go home. By the end of his senior year he was ranked 15 out of 100 students. He jumped 84 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when he would yell at me for not understanding such simple concepts, but he didn't yell because he was heartless no. He yelled because he felt he couldn't provide his own son with help, just like the way his parents had abandoned him to work for himself.But he saw his son grow,and became self determined and a hard worker. He kept reminding his son however to not push himself too hard and to work efficently. Advice he understood after 3 years of hardwork. He make sure his son got food and water when he was studying for AP, he also made sure that his son was off to bed and sleeping before he slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my hero, I want to embody the exact same personality as him, hard working, dedicated,determined. He never rested when his mine was set on something. I remembered when me and him would play tiger woods golf 2001 on ps2, he would spend 8 hours to perfect his shot, and when he did he never got lower then a birdie. That's the type of personality I want. Even though he feels so distant from me, when I ask him for help. It seems I'm pearing into a mind that is so filled with endless knowledge, something I wish I could be half of. He has taught me that IT doesn't matter a damn thing what other people say or how much they think they are a genius, if you can say to yourself that you can beat them or equal them that makes all the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we don't say it a lot Dad, but we love you very much. You are the person who I want to become.&lt;br /&gt;A father&lt;br /&gt;A leader&lt;br /&gt;A worker&lt;br /&gt;A provider&lt;br /&gt;A supporter&lt;br /&gt;A mentor&lt;br /&gt;A dedicated person&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer&lt;br /&gt;A Hero&lt;br /&gt;A genius of hard work&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Thanks....for everything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5275016440745808884?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5275016440745808884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5275016440745808884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5275016440745808884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5275016440745808884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-im-late.html' title='I know I&quot;m late'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-732285727822989896</id><published>2009-06-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:45:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hold the key</title><content type='html'>I realized these couple of day I really need to improve myself, and only I can do it. Because no one has made me what I am today. Hardwork,dedication,determination, I burned them into myself. And ONLY I will be able to write the next chapter. It's time to finnaly pick up that pen and move on.... I'm done being that lazy, ignorant, annoying kid. I have to change, and only I can do it. So RIP my old self. Next school year I'm going to start witha new attidude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;1994-2009&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus Yang&lt;br /&gt;Brother,Son,Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like what Obama said"Its TIME for a CHANGE." and I couldn't agree more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-732285727822989896?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/732285727822989896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=732285727822989896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/732285727822989896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/732285727822989896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hold-key.html' title='I hold the key'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-4067074526038296680</id><published>2009-06-11T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:44:13.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.T.L</title><content type='html'>From now on I'm going to be the best I possibly can be, I know it sounds corny, but its easier said then done. Here are some goals before the next school year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category:Physical &lt;br /&gt;1: Run 3 miles under 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2: Increase lifting weights to 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;3: Actually lift realy weights in the Gym.&lt;br /&gt;4: Do at least 500+ situps&lt;br /&gt;5: Do at least 300+ pushups&lt;br /&gt;6: Increase my arm and shoulders(bigger and wider)&lt;br /&gt;7: Swim at least 20 laps in an Olympic sized pool non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;8: Learn how to swim butterfly efficently&lt;br /&gt;9: Swim butterfly for 10 laps non-stop&lt;br /&gt;10: Learn how to increase abs &lt;br /&gt;11: Start doing Lift-ups(basically you let your body dangle from a bar as you pull yourself up)&lt;br /&gt;12: Start doing tennis&lt;br /&gt;13: Get into a sport which you really like and stay in it&lt;br /&gt;Category: Mentally&lt;br /&gt;1: Get all 93+ next year&lt;br /&gt;2: Ace AP comp sci and stats&lt;br /&gt;3: Get only 1 wrong in a section of SAT&lt;br /&gt;4: Start Understanding complicated math(I.E. AMC)&lt;br /&gt;5: Start learning more vocabulary words and use them in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;6: Learn something new each day&lt;br /&gt;7: Don't get upset when you're wrong, find out why&lt;br /&gt;8: Learn some advanced math and science from mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;9: Read at least 2 New York times articles each day&lt;br /&gt;10: Score a 650+ on a real practice SAT in all subjects&lt;br /&gt;11: Write one real SAT paragraph&lt;br /&gt;12: Read all your national Geographic's that you've stopped reading&lt;br /&gt;13: Be super prepared for A-team tournaments next year&lt;br /&gt;14: Learn all Myths, Religions, Holidays, Philosphy, Literature, and World History&lt;br /&gt;15: Get a minimum of 60 points per game in a A-Team Tournament&lt;br /&gt;16: In debate try to place at every tournament&lt;br /&gt;17: In debate go at least 4-1 at districts and states&lt;br /&gt;18: Get to nationals.&lt;br /&gt;Category: Emotions&lt;br /&gt;1: Always smile, even if you don't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;2: Control that quick temper of yours&lt;br /&gt;3: Never get upset over something so little&lt;br /&gt;4: Always talk to a friend when something is troubling you&lt;br /&gt;5: Never hurt someone again or betray them&lt;br /&gt;6: Try not to critizice Nathan too much&lt;br /&gt;7: Try not to critizice Nathan at all&lt;br /&gt;8: Don't let your emotions run your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;9: Allow yourself to be open to other people&lt;br /&gt;10: Be kind to at least 10 strangers(freshman before you get to know them)&lt;br /&gt;11: Be kind to all your upperclass man&lt;br /&gt;12: Try not to make Carrie angry&lt;br /&gt;13: Be more sociable&lt;br /&gt;14: Make carpool back into something enjoyable(this will be hard)&lt;br /&gt;15: Spend some more time with Dad&lt;br /&gt;16: Don't get quick tempered when Dad does.&lt;br /&gt;17: Try not to care about stranger's opinion&lt;br /&gt;Final Category: Personality&lt;br /&gt;1: Always be nice&lt;br /&gt;2: Never get angry easily&lt;br /&gt;3: Work harder and become more dedicated&lt;br /&gt;4: Work efficently&lt;br /&gt;5: Get back into Piano &lt;br /&gt;6: Become a Leader&lt;br /&gt;7: Try to communicate clearly &lt;br /&gt;8: Never stop trying to be the best&lt;br /&gt;9: In debate try to make friends&lt;br /&gt;10: In debate don't act aggravated.&lt;br /&gt;Final Goals&lt;br /&gt;1: Don't stop smiling,life's too short to frown&lt;br /&gt;2: Don't get angry easily, try to calmly express your feelings rather then blowing them out.&lt;br /&gt;3: Become 3x of a hardworker as you are, and 4x dedication&lt;br /&gt;This is Pushing The Limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-4067074526038296680?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/4067074526038296680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=4067074526038296680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/4067074526038296680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/4067074526038296680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/ptl.html' title='P.T.L'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5454948828923934775</id><published>2009-06-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:25:35.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncounted blessings</title><content type='html'>As this year flew by I realized that I have so many things to be grateful, yet I've never been thankful for it. Waking up everyday after going to sleep is already amazing enough. Yet I  don't really care about it. I was born into a family who values hard work, detemination, and loyalty,characerstics I admire. I have a little sister who is my light of the world, but yet I haven't told her. I have a mom who is loving and caring and is always supportive, but never got to say "I love you, Mom" enough times to make it through. I have a father who has built himself, inch by inch yet doesn't get enough praise. I have friends who are the best in the world, yet we don't say it too one another. My closest friends are what hold me up in life, yet I haven't been saying thanks often. But worst of all, I've ignored my guardian angel, trying to grow up too soon.&lt;br /&gt; I tried to grow up suddenly, but when this summer came I realized I didn't grow at all. Nothing happened. I tried to make my own decesions, take control of my own personality and attidude. But ended up worse then where I was. She tried to help, but I took it as an annoyance. I'm still that idiotic,failure that I've always been. Everyone may say that you might work hard and are dedicated but it doesn't mean anything if you don't have the maturity to do it. I haven't grown at all, instead of growing, I shrank. And now that bond has been broken, I have returned to being the ordinary 14 year old kid who doesn't know what the f*** is going on in this world.&lt;br /&gt;  So I'm sorry. Its all my fault, I tried to grow up too quickly and ended up being a pain in the a**. And I hope we can still chat and talk like we used to, because it hurts me too see us like this. And I know its all my fault, just blame it all on me.&lt;br /&gt; Another thing I haven't been thankful for is time. I only have 3 years left of my High school life. And 1 of them flew by like lightling. I need to stop acting like a kid, and starting acting like what I'm supposed to be. I never took to thought the words my mother and father said "You don"t have a lot of time" and I finnaly realized that...their right. I don't have a lot of time, and instead of wasting it I should use it. A kid that fails with time, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be unthankful for these again, but don't expect a rapid change either. In the end I will always be the kid who works too hard, but doesn't accomoplish anything. Sometimes we take too many things as ordinary and don't realize that they are actually extradionary. So my resolve for the summer: Grow physically, mentally and be thankful for what I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5454948828923934775?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5454948828923934775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5454948828923934775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5454948828923934775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5454948828923934775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/06/uncounted-blessings.html' title='Uncounted blessings'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-6538330260285256257</id><published>2009-05-16T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:13:34.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we all need to be reminded.</title><content type='html'>THIS IS NOT MY OWN NOTE I WAS FORWARDED THIS FROM A WEBSITE:WWW.BACKCHINA.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to treasure our life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicines, but less wellness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired. Read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years of life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. There are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. There are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, over weight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when choose either to share this insight, or just hit delete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: spend some time with your loved ones, because they’re not going to be around forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to say “I love you” to our partner and your loved ones, but most of all, mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always remember: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-6538330260285256257?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/6538330260285256257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=6538330260285256257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6538330260285256257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6538330260285256257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-we-all-need-to-be-reminded.html' title='I think we all need to be reminded.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-6109593647200792287</id><published>2009-05-09T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:55:13.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AP</title><content type='html'>AP AP AP AP AP AP AP AP AP AP AP AP AP AP APAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPA&lt;br /&gt;I think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;With the APWH exam coming up really soon,it's hard for everyone to relax. I've been doing so-so hitting high 40 or low 50's on multiple choice, which is pretty bad. I finnaly found out my mistakes and I shouldn't second hand guess myself because its usually wrong. But whatever, my essays however I'm pretty confident in my writing as long as I know it. But Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-6109593647200792287?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/6109593647200792287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=6109593647200792287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6109593647200792287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/6109593647200792287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/05/ap.html' title='AP'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2679999293525317341</id><published>2009-04-21T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:05:01.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking promises</title><content type='html'>Well today I broke another one of my promises, i promised i would never cry again, and i broke it about 10 minutes ago. Since I don't feel like blogging on my problems(another promise broken) I 'll just list how sucky my life is....&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise to get an A in APWH&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise to keep freinds in tact&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise to be #1&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise of not crying for anything pointless&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise of not being an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Broke the promise of using my brain&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the promise of friendships&lt;br /&gt;About to break the promise of getting a 5 on the APWH &lt;br /&gt;Broke the reason of wanting to strive&lt;br /&gt;Broke the chances of getting to any good ivy league school.&lt;br /&gt;Broke my dedication to anything&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the will to succed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was an idiot to begin with and  I'm an idiot to end , that's all I'll ever be is an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2679999293525317341?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2679999293525317341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2679999293525317341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2679999293525317341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2679999293525317341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-promises.html' title='Breaking promises'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-7909345291931811364</id><published>2009-04-19T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:33:31.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>I remember the day I first met you..all the way back in chinese school haha. Didn't know you that well nor did I speak very much. But I remembered. Then one day you dissapeared, never saw you ever since, and I admit I really didn't care. All of the sudden 3 years latter in the 8th grade I went to shadow at Southside. Then I saw you, what were the chances? You were a freshman that year and was guiding a shadow by the name of "Tim". But whatever, I left but this time I thought I remembered that face. Somewhere....A year past by,one day I get a phone call by  you, asking about carpool. Then next thing you know we are heading straight into the school year. I remember the day we got along just fine. I also remember the day you came up and hugged me, because of what I had said earlier. I also remember the day you were tired and decided to rest your head on my shoulders, as well as that other day you did the same thing. And each time the word "Ira Glass" came up and you would say how it was a story of An american dream. I remember those days. But I remember the painful days too the quietness of the carpool, the lack of socilizing. But I guess that's all my fault, I guess just being raised off of self-toughening and learning has made me somewhat a wolf. So I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we can't go those memories back. I'm sorry I'm not trying. But the truth is I miss you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-7909345291931811364?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/7909345291931811364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=7909345291931811364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7909345291931811364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7909345291931811364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/04/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2674351299747961958</id><published>2009-04-11T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:33:21.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please stay.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My final hope</title><content type='html'>The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you's impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, but hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you's impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold on to your words 'cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight when you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you's impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you's impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me this one night.&lt;br /&gt;--looking for something to hold on too--&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus Yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2674351299747961958?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2674351299747961958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2674351299747961958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2674351299747961958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2674351299747961958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-final-hope.html' title='My final hope'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1209893293857800226</id><published>2009-04-03T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:58:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fruits of my labor? with words? nooooo...</title><content type='html'>well i guess the first thing people think about when they get out of school is "YAY NO MORE WORK!" hmm..work defined in physical science terms is the amount of force nedded to move an object a certain distance. In school terms "studying for tests,quizzes,failing,aceing,barely passing, those ridicuolous amounts of paper wasted on apwh." yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break from all of that. I guess what Nathan's mom said was right "You need to take a break once in a while to understand what you are working so hard for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now I can tell you I have no idea why or what am I working towards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1209893293857800226?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1209893293857800226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1209893293857800226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1209893293857800226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1209893293857800226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/04/fruits-of-my-labor-with-words-nooooo.html' title='fruits of my labor? with words? nooooo...'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5302543453962774604</id><published>2009-03-25T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:56:50.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really guess this is goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Dear Highly respected madam,&lt;br /&gt;I feel that these past couple of weeks of silent carpool has really hurt our realtionship as friends. I feel that you do not want to talk to us anymore. My partner feels the same way. I don't want to let you go..I really don't. But, you give me no other choice..if you don't want us to talk, then that's fine with me. I've tried multiple times to connect with you but you just ignore me, and now I'm even afraid to talk to you. This is so because I know deep down in my heart, you don't want to. Please if you don't want to talk to us then that is absolutly fine. But then don't consider me your friend. I tried to keep our friendship, but you refused to accept it. Even my partner tried opening up a conversation with you but you responded with a short 5- seconds answer. You used to say good morning every day and now its no longer true, its silence. My friend and I have been desperatly trying to keep the liveliness in the carpool, but it doesn't work. Second of all, you start to critize every word that now starts to come out my mouth. If I'm wrong fine correct me, but don't shoot me. I feel that I can no longer call you a friend because you won't accept mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this is A demain, zai qian, au revior, however you want to say it. Its not a cya latter.......Its a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyrus yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5302543453962774604?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5302543453962774604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5302543453962774604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5302543453962774604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5302543453962774604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-guess-this-is-goodbye.html' title='I really guess this is goodbye.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1037175290814882896</id><published>2009-03-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:45:49.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means to be a team. and an apology.</title><content type='html'>"Talent wins games, but teamwork and intelligence wins championships"-Michael Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my own dream of going to Nationals a couple of days ago. But I gave it to someone else who could achieve it. I realized at this current level, I wouldn't be able to make it to Nationals this year..i'm too far away. So I did the best thing I could...give it to someone who could do it better. But don't worry, next year I'll be ready, I'll be ready to go to Nationals. You can bet on that. But at this minute, I'm still a seed...I need time and experience to become a Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You realize your part of a team when you give up your own dreams...to fufill someone elses"-Cyrus Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason for this post is an apology as hinted by the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear good friend( you know who you are),&lt;br /&gt;You had asked me whether I was going to camp for LD in the car one faithful day. And I said yes without thinking, you hid your intention by asking about why not other debates. But This post is not on that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been as dedicated to Academic Team then I should have this past couple of weeks, but please understand that I had priorties to fufill. Its not that I have given up on Academic Team forever..no its not that. So I'm truly sorry for not as being dedicated as I should be. I promise that won't happen ever again, I'll work twice as hard I promise.So please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for your forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus Yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1037175290814882896?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1037175290814882896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1037175290814882896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1037175290814882896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1037175290814882896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-it-means-to-be-team-and-apology.html' title='What it means to be a team. and an apology.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-8665138995943238648</id><published>2009-02-28T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:47:15.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting away?</title><content type='html'>Gahh...JL mann tournament was fun, until ballots arrived. and then everything went down hill, first angry, then pissed off, then sad, then wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballot said"you stood up the debate wasn't over thus you're credibility fell, you lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if Tournaments are really worth my time and money. Is it really worth spending 9 hours and 10-20$ just to mis-place and lose because of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody there that can lift a poor spirit up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-8665138995943238648?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/8665138995943238648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=8665138995943238648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8665138995943238648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8665138995943238648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/02/wasting-away.html' title='Wasting away?'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1009162670160293218</id><published>2009-02-22T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:15:18.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of ....</title><content type='html'>Myself. I don't know...I've just been feeling so ill prepared for things this week. The AP essay wasn't bad but something just didn't feel right. Riverside was fun..and tiring but still..going 2-2 pretty bad..and I didn't do anything the night before. I dont' even know if I have a chance at district or states. Not only that I'm starting to worry about my grades. Something just seems so uncertain, I hate this feeling. I keep telling myself that I'll bring it up, or I was able too. Now its like..I'm so uncertain, I'm uncertain about school, uncertain about the tests,quizzes,exams(especially world history). I should be studying but I'm not. What is going on??!! I feel so lost..so clouded..my judgement is gone. I don't know what the future is heading towards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I don't know, is life really that good? or have I already given hope on things already.I don't know where I'm going or even where I am? GAhh why do I feel so lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came into my room today and said "son I want you to become a doctor, because no matter how bad the economy gets people will always get sick." She also talked about how we could be in troulbe financially and now..I worry that I can't make  it to med. school. Yet ever worse I worry that I might not be able to go to college at all because of this economic downfall. I don't know if I can make something I've been dreaming about since I was 8. WHY? why do I feel so lonely? so ill prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my flame is finally going out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1009162670160293218?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1009162670160293218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1009162670160293218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1009162670160293218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1009162670160293218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/02/fear-of.html' title='Fear of ....'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-7300951378150722881</id><published>2009-02-14T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:14:37.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping stones?</title><content type='html'>Well..let's see Brookwood was not bad had a great time. Our team did really well 13th out of 54 schools. Our best record yet, went to octa rounds and lost......that's right lost.. Stepping stones maybe? Yeah I guess so but you can also call waking up this morning a stepping stone to. I guess we didn't do to bad, but we  could have done better. Let's look at our statistics&lt;br /&gt;Akshay-43 tossups 430 points negged 4 times &lt;br /&gt;Max- 10 tossups 100 points negged 3 times &lt;br /&gt;Tim- 5 tossups 50 negged so many times that he ended up -25&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus- 8 tossups 80 points negged 3 times&lt;br /&gt;Overall score of rounds-170&lt;br /&gt;Hmm not bad right? haha I wish those negs we could have prevented those multiple negs. I guess another stepping stone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octa finals last tossups tied at 140....and we lost..........OUCH shot right through the heart. But that could have been prevented easily answer more tossups and bonuses correctly sigh another  stepping stone. Thank Ben Cole for bringing our hopes up..I guess my friend was right "humiliation is sometimes needed" I haven't been dedicated to this the way I should be that's my fault. Another stepping stone and this loss really made me want to work harder(great another one). It seems endless . *sigh* an ocean full of them that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I have a lot of stepping stones to cross..but its better then studying the pebbles on the shore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-7300951378150722881?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/7300951378150722881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=7300951378150722881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7300951378150722881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7300951378150722881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/02/stepping-stones.html' title='Stepping stones?'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-3470888240430305614</id><published>2009-01-29T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:12:31.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a reflection on the water.</title><content type='html'>*sigh* Life's just been..I don't know...I just don't feel joy anymore. I was happy for about 15 minutes today and I thought I never felt this good for a while..and then it was gone. Typically I think that bad things far outweight the good thing in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked in a pool of water? Its amazing how you see yourself, how people see you..but rather you start to question whether or not that is you..in the water. Instead you throw a rock in it and disfigure the image and slowly walk away. But you come back to it again and there it is you again..but somehow it just doesn't feel right and you stomp at it this time and yell and scream and shout. Solely because that reflection remind you of who you are, what you've done. I am that sole reflection..I don't want to know my bad choices but I'm embedded with them. You can stomp on me and shout but Cyrus in the end I'm still there. You can't get rid of me...bad things will always happen and you will always make bad choices. I'm the opposite of you. You can hit yourself, Cyrus but no matter what you will always exist on one side of the reflection and I the other. When, you see me..I remind you of your guilt, your pains, your lies, your foolishness, and your stupidty. But I do it for you to become stronger. You may hate me throw me away forget about me even take that precious "mind" away from your very body..but You and me will still exist. As long as one still remains the other is just a reflection. So..Cyrus, I'm not a reflection of you but rather you are the reflection of me on the pool of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-3470888240430305614?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/3470888240430305614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=3470888240430305614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/3470888240430305614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/3470888240430305614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-just-reflection-on-water.html' title='I&apos;m just a reflection on the water.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-9209391625262840349</id><published>2009-01-24T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:36:10.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot through the heart...and I'm to blame.</title><content type='html'>sigh...warning I have no idea where this blog is going.&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see all good grades except one and then it was like bam....everything I worked hard for was gone in an instant all of it gone. I felt lost, confused, angry, sad, depressed. I really didn't know what was left for me to live on.A good friend caught this emotion on the way back home. Her eyes said "cheer up kid" My heart yelled"its pointless...you've lost.." I admit I was depressed for 48 hours, I don't mind saying that. But..I felt so worthless, pathetic, nothing seemed to matter at that very moment. Life just lost all its meaning. Then My dad came up and said "don't worry about this one.....focus on the SAT the true test." I didn't lighten up....my soul, determination,hard work was all gone. I questioned whether trying in that class was worth it..I had lowered to almost nothing. But something had forced me up on feet....it was hope, strength and my determination. It said How are you goign to know if you've improved if you haven't even tried. I wake up the next morning determined to work harder..but that scar still burned..and it will always burn in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-9209391625262840349?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/9209391625262840349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=9209391625262840349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/9209391625262840349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/9209391625262840349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/01/shot-through-heartand-im-to-blame.html' title='Shot through the heart...and I&apos;m to blame.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5025380601705209401</id><published>2009-01-15T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:51:33.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhist thinking...I know where I&apos;m going..I just can&apos;t get there..Not yet.'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts/ destiny</title><content type='html'>So here I am its 10 o'clock my mind is aching like crazy. I should be sleeping but yet I'm here blogging oh well. Well let's see exams weren't that bad saying I got some pretty good grades so I'm pretty happy about that. Myers Park was the fun a little dissapointed I didn't break but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't the purpose of this blogpost. Wait, let's go back a little bit in time to one day in carpool. When the unexpected question hit me.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you actually go out with her?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;"no..it's just do you actually go out with her"&lt;br /&gt;This simple question led to a debate in the car...just great not what I wanted. When was this oh right the Thursday before leaving for Myers. Jeez..with midterms and myers park on my mind the last thing I want to worry about is my relationship. Of course we are both happy..but I think you can figure out your own question yourself. So sorry for not telling you anything..it's just I don't see what your point was in making the question but that's the past and you probbably forgot about so let's move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very good day, I would say got good exam grades and had fun at a-team with good friends. But, all of the sudden my heart...it just felt...empty... I'm sure it's because I'm tired and all the late night staying up "oh crap I need to cram this" is taking its toll on me. But yet Life still seems to take its akward routes no matter what is going on the world. An example&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, do you remember the conversation we had yesterday _insert name here_"&lt;br /&gt;I turn and look&lt;br /&gt;Person respons"about _insert subect?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"insert another subject"&lt;br /&gt;"no" &lt;br /&gt;"about cyrus?"&lt;br /&gt;woah woah woah wait a minute.....akward much? Life just laughed at me in the face today when I was worried about my Bio grade. Life said "hey here's a 100 kid good job!" and laughed. And yet here I am a perfectly normal kid, living a perfectly normal(scratch that out) life. But, have you ever wondered why were you born? or hey guys look i have thoughts and feelings and i don't even remember the beggining 3(sorry 4 for some of us, don't worry for me it wasn't until 7 ish) years of our lives. Let's face it Life is weird that's just how it is, why we are here what's our purpose I don't know, People waste their lives thinking on this. Seriously, if you're here you better enjoy be glad you weren't born 100 years earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, life also gives crossfires: Your choices in life, your relations, your actions, your thoughts, your friends all of these describe you and affect you. But hey everyone says Life's a game and you need to play it. Very true, but you have to play it wisely kid..cus if you don't you've got nothing but holes in your pockets(if you guys don't understand what that means look at poker). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We cannot change the cards we are given..............Just how we play them"-the Last Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my life...I have no idea how did I end up at this point...why didn't my parents just decide to stay in China? why was I born first? Why do I question the unsolveable question of life? And I bet if you take a look at your life, you probbably have some questions too..you just have to look deep enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Destiny? yeah I know where I want to go question is can i get there? Parents always say yeah you can if you really try? But how much trying do I need to achieve my goal and even more deeply do I know my goal? &lt;br /&gt; Me ranting about my match&lt;br /&gt;gami kid "cyrus...relax its over you can't do anythig about it"&lt;br /&gt;That's right I can't do anything so was that my destiny? to fail? &lt;br /&gt;"Cyrus, LIfe is a game if you screw up once there is no going back there is no restart button..its Game over"-Max Yang. I know dad but how can I make sure I don't screw myself up? How..can I judge the outcomes of an action(let's look at this as you can't tell whether its a good or bad idea". I guess I'll just have to follow myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a friends blog about love and guys being blind. I'm going to address both. Guys are already blind..at least i know I am. not physically but mentally. I don't fully understand myself yet. and Until that point in which I can fully understand my actions and my thoughts I won't be able to follow my quote on quote "Streetlights" . As for Love I say let it come and let it go..no use of crying over a broken relationship..but always embrace a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for this guys..these are just random thoughts I have while I type..I promise a better blog latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I stop relying on people? When? Yes I know that sometimes you have to rely on others. But relying on them all the time isn't good either. I have to light my own flame not rely on the sticks of others. So here we go..its time to light my own flame..over this 4 day weekend I'm going to understand myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where I'm going. I just can't get there. Not yet,I need to light those lamps with my own flame. Then I can go down the path..where that leads. Only my flame can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5025380601705209401?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5025380601705209401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5025380601705209401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5025380601705209401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5025380601705209401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-crossfire.html' title='Random thoughts/ destiny'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1459315110411583570</id><published>2008-12-31T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:14:04.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008..the year of fire and fear.</title><content type='html'>Dear 2008,&lt;br /&gt;Its been nice knowing you. Too bad you have to leave so early. Oh well, you've brought some good things to me. Shall we start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that this year been pretty flat out awesome. You've brought me awesome new friends and allowed me to keep old ones. I definitely have become a more open person and matured immensely during these years. I started joining clubs such as academic team and forensics and have enjoyed them and profited them greatly. I have an amazing group of friends at Southside and I'm glad I came to it. However, even though I came to Southside doesn't necessarily mean I didn't lose anything. I somewhat feel sad because I lost good friends from middle school, but I guess its just time to move on. Also I have lost some time with the family. Ever since High school I'm usually not home till 5 and then off to do homework and on Saturday's I'm off to tournaments. But I'm glad that my parents and my little sister understand and still support me after how much of a burden I've been to them. I also would like to thank my friends who've upheld me since the beginning of this year so thank guys. However, there is more to be done I need to improve myself academically again. I need to push all my grades up to the next level．Ｉ”ｍ　ｎｏｔ　ｓａｙｉｎｇ　ｔｈａｔ　ｍｙ　ｇｒａｄｅｓ　ａｒｅ　ｂａｄ　ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｃｏｎｔｒａｒｙ　Ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ａｌｌ　Ａ’ｓ　ａｎｄ　ｏｎｅ　Ｂ　ａｎｄ　ｔｈａｔ　ｉｓ　ａ　９２　ｉｎ　ＡＰＷＨ．　ｂｕｔ　ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｉｓ　ａｌｗａｙｓ　ｒｏｏｍ　ｆｏｒ　ｉｍｐｒｏｖｅｍｅｎｔ．　Ｔｈａｔ’ｓ　ａ　ｒｅｓｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ　ｔｏ　ｓｔａｒｔ　ｂｕｒｎｉｎｇ　ｔｈｅ　ｆｌａｍｅｓ　ｏｆ　ｄｅｓｉｒｅ　ｏｎｃｅ　ａｇａｉｎ．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ　ｌｉｆｅ：&lt;br /&gt;Ｉ　ｃｏｕｌｄ　ｎｏｔ　ｂｅ　ｈａｐｐｉｅｒ　ｔｈｅｎ　Ｉ”ｍ　ｎｏｗ．　Ｉhave awesome friends, a sweetheart, and support system to keep my feet from touching the ground. I would like to thank everyone in my life once again. But as usual there is always room for improvement I guess I put to much weight on other people shoulders because I'm to lazy to carry it myself. So that is another resolution to light the flames of self responsibility and lessen the weights of my burden on others. So Mom thanks for pushing me to things I didn't want to do. You understand me better then I do myself. And if it wasn't for you I would not have become the man I am today. Also, my friend who talked to me about vale. thanks for opening my mind and showing me that there is a brighter future even if you don't reach a goal. So Thank you for opening up my mind and seeing the light of the flame. Resolution: To burn away my burdens on others and carry them on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty great even though the economy is falling and the war still continuing its been pretty nice. Yet, as natural humans we question the darkness of the new year, we question if everything will be alright. And I say "How do you know the depths of the ocean if you have never left sight of the shore?" The only way to figure out is to go through it with out any hesitation, hey we questioned this year but it wasn't that bad was it? So let us rise our glasses for this final night of the year 2008 and move on through 2009's darkness without hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I stand writing on the final hours of 2008 and I have to say its been a good year. But each year has room for improvement. So I hope you guys will always try to improve yourself, because I will. I want to become a strong person who people can follow without questioning about their own concerns. So to my former self "Cheers! and may the flame burn stronger as the Gale forces that blow against it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;"To light the Fire of Desire once again."&lt;br /&gt;"To burn the burdens on others and carry the ash myself."&lt;br /&gt;"To burn stronger as the Gale winds blow"&lt;br /&gt;"To take my fire and shine it through the darkness."&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAD A WONDERFUL 2008 YEAR AND A FLAME BRIGHT 2009!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1459315110411583570?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1459315110411583570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1459315110411583570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1459315110411583570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1459315110411583570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008the-year-of-fire-and-fear.html' title='2008..the year of fire and fear.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-1570808845532004530</id><published>2008-12-26T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:04:35.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLaylist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_black.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=42020013" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/standalone/42020013 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/download/42020013&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-1570808845532004530?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/1570808845532004530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=1570808845532004530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1570808845532004530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/1570808845532004530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/12/playlist.html' title='PLaylist'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-3654975238398103014</id><published>2008-12-25T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:16:51.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the light that guides those who do not see and new years resolution</title><content type='html'>*This is not a true account but rather what went through my mind and latter on this is a rant*&lt;br /&gt;I asked a kid what he wants for Christmas. He said"I want my dad to come back home.". I said "from a trip?". He said "yeah". I asked "where?". He said "Iraq". Then time stopped at the moment. I looked him in the eyes and a tear rolled down my face. I said "Everything will be alright kid" and shook his hair. He smiled at me. I asked "Is that all?" He replied "yes.".&lt;br /&gt; This war has gone to long and has torn family members apart. But to give hope to a kid to keep going forward is the greatest gift you can give. They say that Christmas is the season for giving and to give kids hope,dreams,strength and courage that is the true gifts you can give. But as the kid left I thought that my gift was unreasonable I had more then just promised the kid to hope but I have promised him God's greatest gift of all LIFE. How can I promise a kid the life of his father? I can't but to let the kid hope and dream and move forward that is the gift I have given him. Now I sit here typing my thoughts and I think that Life is the greatest gift God has given. You only have one chance and one life and you better make the best of it. So for all of you  who sit at home and sigh about how life isn't going your way. Think about how that you are still alive and healthy and not in someone's shoes like that kid. Pray to God that you are fortunate with what you have and that God has determined that it is not your time to leave. Be happy that you still hold God's greatest gift of LIFE. While, that kid walks away I know I removed all fear,all doubts from his mind and that he is at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried when I heard this: "Today 3 American Troops died on this Christmas Eve let's honor them in Silence" That is Three kids whose gifts I failed to give and three families whose Christmas has become Hell. When will this stop? &lt;br /&gt;AP 4,218 American Soldiers have died since the beggining of this war. 4,218 kids whose Gifts they did not get. 4,218 families whose Christmas turned into Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot pretend that there are families that are suffering mental,economically and physically. We cannot pretned that those 4,218 soldiers are only snowman or this is a dream. WE CANNOT pretend that 4218 KIDS lost their brother or father. WHEN WILL THIS END!? Do you see the Fault of your mistake Bush??? Do you??? NO because you have taken God's most precious gift from 4218 people their Gift to Life. Yes they did volunteer, yes they were willing to give up their lives for their country! But you promised that this would end! Look at where we are now! More then 4 Years have passed! You gave us NOTHING BUT FEAR AND PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is My New Years Resolve, to Eliminate Pain and fear. I will be the one to lift those who cannot stand. Carry those who cannot carry themselves. Guide those who cannot see. and Lead those who cannot lead themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Light that shall guide my friends and family out of the darkness and anyone else who neds it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-3654975238398103014?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/3654975238398103014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=3654975238398103014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/3654975238398103014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/3654975238398103014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-light-that-guides-those-who-do-not.html' title='I&apos;m the light that guides those who do not see and new years resolution'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-9146915999230202937</id><published>2008-12-22T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:05:28.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be thankful</title><content type='html'>Good bye 2008,hello 2009&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2008,&lt;br /&gt;You have brought both good things as well as bad. So I guess this will be a overview of the year. Shall we start?&lt;br /&gt;Good things, I have found love, found great friends, and a great reason to life. I have been happy this year with all the success and new experiences 2008 has been a learning,maturing experience. So basically I'm here to write every aspect on human happiness. There is no doubt that this year for me  personally. But with each new year, a man must evolve or he won't make it to see the next. So even ithough Im writting about a good year, I am also writing my new years resolution. 1) Be generally a happier person,2) To expand and push my limits, 3)To find my weakness and overcome it,4) to be at peace with the world and myself. That is my resolve. To become a better person,to mature,to grow,to experience,to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things&lt;br /&gt;US economy is falling and there is no stop to it. I fear that my future is unclear. Not only that but the so called "war on terrorism"is an epic fail, Bush has failed his 2nd term in so called protecting "the American dream". This year has seen some frightening moments, terrorist attacks, constant falling of the stock market worldwide, but yet the Christmas spirit prevails-people love each other and care for others that's what makes Christmas so special as well as the new year. But this year has also been personally failure, I haven't found my place in this world, I haven't achieved my life goal or success. What have I achieved? I have achieved love,friendship,happiness,maturity,responsibility,patience,hard working,persistence, and insight. These are the greatest gifts of humanity. That is what I've achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have achieved a lot this year of 2008, and I have a lot to improve. But this week its time to focus on the real spirit of the Christmas and the New Year. Its time to give,love,think,share and improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolve&lt;br /&gt;"A new year, a new slate, a new goal, A new way to Improve"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-9146915999230202937?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/9146915999230202937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=9146915999230202937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/9146915999230202937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/9146915999230202937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-be-thankful.html' title='To be thankful'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2709619872846031395</id><published>2008-12-14T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:15:04.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light in the Dark</title><content type='html'>dear, you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly sorry to stay this anonymous with you. However, I am being watched over. But no matter I would like to say Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Happiest day of my life. I was content with my former life. But something was missing. Something greatly was missing. I tried to search for it...I tried so hard to look for something that could fill the hole. But nothing seemed to work. In 8th grade I though I had found the solution, but I was wrong. Nothing happened that hole didn't clog up that hole just got bigger and deeper. I felt it also, I couldn't enjoy Life like I was able to. Something had been taken from me and a Black pit of darkness left in its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you came... little did I know that you would be the one. The one to get me out of the dark into the light. You came to me as a friend but one thing led to another. Finnaly I fet what i was missing Happiness finnaly after all these years what true happiness is. My soul searched desperatly to find and I finnaly found it in your eyes, your hopes, your dreams. I've learned to make my own. I thought I was losing life,losing hope and God told me to be strong and you will be rewarded. I listened to him and became strong and kept on fighting. Then you came and I  finnaly was able to close my eyes..........and watch the moon differently tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been my light in the time of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Cyrus yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2709619872846031395?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2709619872846031395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2709619872846031395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2709619872846031395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2709619872846031395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-in-dark.html' title='Light in the Dark'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2457697673605307436</id><published>2008-12-05T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:12:08.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MADE ME WAIT FOR WHAT!(yes this is a rant)</title><content type='html'>WARNING rant coming ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways during this weekend its been pretty boring since most of my close friends have gone to YIG and won't be back until Saturday aafternoon. So everyday carpool is pretty much boring and yes..silent. So I will be extremely happy when the YIG people come home and things go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did not write this blog to talk about YIG. It so happens that on Thursday the 4th of December year 2008. I receive a phone call at 7:50 and it just happens to be the indian kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello?"-me&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah Cyrus its me __ we might be late going to your house today fine with you?"Indian &lt;br /&gt;"um.....how long?"-me&lt;br /&gt;"10 minutes"- Indian&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that there was no harm in this i said&lt;br /&gt;"yeah that's fine but why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..you don't need to know that."-Indian&lt;br /&gt;Hangs up the phone and the end of the conversation. So I decide to wait for 10 minutes and he should arrive soon. 15 minutes latter hm.......no problem right? 20 minutes ok this is getting ridiculous. I look at the time and its what!? 8:15 25minutes have passed since he called. I wait at 8:20 I get picked up and the Indian kid's mom apologizes and I say its fine thinking that it was just some errand. Luckily our third person was sick and the other(very good friend of mine) was on YIG. So we start for the highway by that time its 8:23 and I say to myself there is no way we can make it. Guess what? I end up 5 minutes late to French 1 and decide to take a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latter that day the indian kid comes up to me and says why we were so late.&lt;br /&gt;He says for Swiming pants. WAIT what?! I must have slept very little yesterday. Did you just say Pants? So what you made me late and yourself for a pair of pants!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see where I'm going with this? Then he says that it was his mom who was concerned so they drove to spartanburg and came back. FOR PANTS! I mean seriously if it had been like a bill you have to pay or your power gets cut off I can understand BUT FOR SOME $20 PIECE OF CLOTHING THAT IS USED FOR SPORTS TO CAUSE ME TO BE LATE IS,PARDON THE EXPRESSIONG BUT,STUPID and here is the worst part HE DIDN'T FIND THEM! My God kid do you know what your first priorties are? Pants are the least of your concern. Oh what's this you blame it on your mom. Yeah just like the time you looked like you were screaming at your pants. Come on kid think before you act. So I am so glad we had two missing people today or else one of my very good friends would be, pardon the expression once again, PISSED. Jeez.. kid and oh wait what that's right you told me at 9 o'clock yesterday at night that you had a orthodonist appointment tomorrow at 4. You could have looked for your pants then. Oh wait you go and make an excuse and say that the pool closes at 9 that is a bunch of, I apologize in advance for my vulgar language, BULLSHIT. Kid seriously learn how to use your brain before you act. I wouldn't be the only one yelling my face off on this too. My good friend would have wrote a blog about this as well. Ok I understand that you are not the brightest kid but use some common sense! Seriously good GOD I see why my friend ranted about you. Learn to organize what's important first and then think about the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who read this blog to the end. Thank you...I just had to release my anger without physically hurting the kid. So kid if you someday by a miracle come and read this blog, remember the old saying "LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP! THINK BEFORE YOU ACT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2457697673605307436?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2457697673605307436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2457697673605307436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2457697673605307436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2457697673605307436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-made-me-wait-for-whatyes-this-is.html' title='YOU MADE ME WAIT FOR WHAT!(yes this is a rant)'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2617203495703376485</id><published>2008-12-01T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:41:00.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is really in the small things isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know we're in high school and there is a lot of pressure going on and that its like 4 hours of homework a night and going to bed at like 3 only to wake up at like 4 and realize that you forgot to research stuff for a project or read a chapter in your book. But let's face it isn't the small things make us happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you got a smile today? If you count I bet a lot? But I bet you didn't think it very much did ya? Ok another question....how many of you were happy right after that smile? Did it just make your day? It defintly makes my days. Do you know that if you laugh one time a day it can actually increase your health? You might not believe it but hey when you laugh don't you feel alot better? Let's face it we can't help but catch this deadly disease......HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But happiness can be such simple things such as a hello or how are you or a smile and a wave. People who need such things as money and riches don't know true happiness and its true. They are only concerned with what they want. To be happy you just have to make someone else happy. And guess what? It doesn't take much to make a person happy. Just say hello or how are you doing? Start a little bit of talk make the person smile and laugh. I will bet you that you will be happy as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Happiness is just as easy as saying hello! And I promise you'll find yourself smiling too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2617203495703376485?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2617203495703376485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2617203495703376485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2617203495703376485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2617203495703376485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness-is-really-in-small-things.html' title='Happiness is really in the small things isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5073752374641444736</id><published>2008-11-24T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:57:27.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution of ..............</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I was at Brookwood tournament which was pretty fun since it was academic team and the car ride there was nothing but laughs. But when we got there we had a new mind setting we knew we were going to get owned but at least we should gain some points. So 1st round not bad started to lose a little in the begnining and made a huge comeback against south foryr and won 180 to 85. Pretty happy since we thought we were all going to get owned at this tournament but not bad. Off to round two..lost a little bit actually a lot 130 to 75 sigh we knew we were goin to lose but when a older team mate tells you, you tried your best but, you know you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the answers to those question but didn't buzz in or was too slow, or you mess up a bonus because your mind blanks off and your like "no i knew that dang it". This isn't playing at your best. Sure I know that this is one of the hardest tournaments we've had so far and the older players keep on resuring us that we did good for freshman year but no one on my team agress. We know we didn't try our best we know we should've gotten more question and bonuses. To play our best we need to get every tossup we know and every bonus, even if we don't win that round we know we did good since we answered what we know and it is time to work on what we dont. Like my dad told me "You have to have a base before you can build a building".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that's our resolution to answer what we know and work on what we don't. However, we have a problem unfortuantly we are the only 3 members of the freshman class who actually are dedicated to this and our fourth member is busy and comes to tournaments ocassionly I don't blame him. But to have a player like that with 2 majors and 3ish minors could harm the team greatly. So Tim offered a new plan to split the majors and minors among the three of us, putting more weight on our shoulders. *sigh* now I really need to have a strong base before holding up to all these things. Its not that I don't like it when teammates say you did your best.........its that pain inside saying no you didn't. So my resolution is to improve myself then I can play my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever fear that sometimes you are not good enough? and when you try to become better its still not good enough? I say&lt;br /&gt;"To compete with others you first must compete with yourself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5073752374641444736?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5073752374641444736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5073752374641444736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5073752374641444736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5073752374641444736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/11/solution-of.html' title='Solution of ..............'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2119799255910711618</id><published>2008-11-20T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:29:26.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A child under an angel&apos;s wings'/><title type='text'>A word of Thanks</title><content type='html'>It took me a long time too realize this but I have been protected by a guardian angel along since I came to Southside. I might not have noticed it at first but what this person has said and done really has helped me. And I would like to take this blog to thank her for everything she's done for me so far and keeping me with my head high and looking toward the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it that God would send me an angel in my own carpool. So it was just sheer coincendence...no it wasn't. God sent her to me to guide me through high school to keep me up on my feet and to generally be happy. With such words as "How was your day?" or such things as "Don't worry you'll do great." just the words that morally support you through life. I don't know how lucky I am to have such a person in my life someone who I can count on to let all probelms go, and she understands everyword and gives her ideas and comments. She is always there to also give a little crticism and says what I need to avoid, she generally just make my day feel so much better and afterwards make sure I'm ok. I really don't know how lucky I am to have her in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One example of this is the time we were going home from Bob Jones I was so sure I should've placed however I didn't and she was the first one to know my change. She asked what's wrong and I just let everything out and she says don't worry about it and turns around in the car seat. Or the time going back from academic team saying "you had fun right" and I couldn't help but say yes with a sense of defeat inside and she automatically caught it and said "they are supposed to be fun so cheer up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I am going to wrap this up. She generally has made me a happier person and I can't help but smile when she's smiling. But, I really never had a chance to thank her for all she's done, even though the year is not over she has kept me going. So if you're reading this.....I would like to say......Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2119799255910711618?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2119799255910711618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2119799255910711618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2119799255910711618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2119799255910711618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/11/word-on-thanks.html' title='A word of Thanks'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-7576495226960612550</id><published>2008-11-18T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:34:34.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s greatness'/><title type='text'>Academic team fun!</title><content type='html'>Well I really haven't written anything for a long time and today I had not homework so I decided why not. Anyways let me just fill you in blog. So last saturday I got 6th in Lincoln-Douglas debate and I felt really proud because I really worked hard to get there; however, if I want to get past 6th I'll need to work harder then ever before. So this week I decided to relax on my debate and start studying for my a-team. So far its been pretty good I have most of the Roman,Greek,Norse,Hindu,Chinesse mythology down. Still need to work on the funky names of the Inca/aztec deitess and need to prush up on Babylonian(I know right I was like what &gt;.&lt;!) and a little bit of Mesopotamia but I mean come on its either a:gilgamesh or b:endiku. So yeah my majors if you can tell are mythology/religion/philosphy and physics. Physics I'm not that concerened about since those question really don't pop up at normal tournaments. Religion is mostly from APWH and Christianity. Philosphy is either going to be niezchette(sorry if I spelled it wrong), Plato, Socrates, Alexander the Great, Aristotle, Kant, or Utiltarianism. And those questions don't really pop up. Now for my minors chemistry and math. I mean seriously the only chemistry question I am going to face is more inched to Biology. As for math I'm freaking asian if I'm not good at math I can kill myself but I usually leave math to Akshay since he has more experience. So I'm totatly excited for Brookwood this weekend the waking up at 5:15 am not so much. However it will be fun the 3hr drive is going to be used for a:practice B:listen to a bunch of chinesse music(=D) or C; sleep. But this time I'm not going to screw myself over by staying up till 2 then waking up at 7 no no no my mind was completly dead throughout the whole tournament so yeah not going to do that. So basically I'm totaly excited for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* only 3 more days to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-7576495226960612550?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/7576495226960612550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=7576495226960612550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7576495226960612550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/7576495226960612550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/11/academic-team-fun.html' title='Academic team fun!'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-8892926502164625385</id><published>2008-11-12T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:35:45.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written by a small seed in the world of chaos'/><title type='text'>those who work hard,play hard, win big</title><content type='html'>So Life's been pretty quick these past couple of weeks. My days are usually spent 10 hours at school. 9 hours of sleeping. 3 hours of homework. 1 hour of extra activities. 15 minutes of free time. 15 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;/aim. And 30 on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; maybe I'll agree it is a little boring. So anyways most of my days are usually coming home and starting to read. These past few days have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;APWH&lt;/span&gt; extravaganza and I usually spend a good hour and a half doing it. The other hour and half is usually a mix of bio/phis/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alg&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eng&lt;/span&gt;/french. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; I just want to give up. These couple of days I've been stressed out to the max. Forensics everyday due to the fact that we are not "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt;" enough,just great more stress. Anyways,sometimes I just want to quit reading AP but something motivates me to continue on. I don't know maybe its just sheer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; or maybe knowing if I don't I will end up faliing the class. So I have decided to keep on going. But another incident today hit me harder then just study for the next exam. Today in carpool two very good friends of mine decided to duke it out and while I was pretending to not listen I could not help that my chinesse friend made a very good statement on life. Now my Indian friend still hasn't grown up to see the real world just yet he is still in that "Pan-gu coming out of the egg stage." But now I wonder, what will I do after high school? Easy go to college but then you have to get a job and support a family and once you know it one thing comes right after another. But the big question is what do I do now to ensure I get there? Wait do I even want to get there? YES I want to get there. So here I am every week on sunday studying the SAT in hopes of making it to a good college. No let me rephrase I have to WORK to get into a good college. My Indian friend if you are out there right now reading this please understand what the other person has said and why I might have agreed with you only to conceal my own worries. So why try so hard? Why not just quit? BECAUSE QUITTERS ARE LOSERS. I'm not going to quit even if my mind says yes I will not. I am going to keep on going forward,keep on pushing in hope for a better me and a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is no failure in not doing it right, there is only failure when quitting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I will not quit, I will press forward. Just like the southside high school motto is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Those who work hard,play hard, win big "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you excuse me I think there is some studying I have to do.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-8892926502164625385?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/8892926502164625385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=8892926502164625385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8892926502164625385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8892926502164625385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-who-work-hardplay-hard-win-big.html' title='those who work hard,play hard, win big'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-4132154777459483343</id><published>2008-11-04T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:12:30.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through a new perspective.</title><content type='html'>So let's see..put on some new glasses today. Yeah and then all of the sudden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! everything has shrank about two feet and everything has become clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I take it off and all of the sudden the world becomes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blurry&lt;/span&gt;,unclear and to some extent foreign. It was like another different world. Then I realized a miracle. Life is just like putting on some new glasses, first lets understand why I say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in middle school back in Michigan I was a horrible student, I skipped class, I forgot to pay my lunch money, I forgot to bring back a book and then lost it, I made B's and C's I was failing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-algebra class. Then we moved to South Carolina, and everything changed. I came here for half of the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and I thought my grades didn't matter that grades don't tell who I am. Damn, was I wrong. 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade was a revelation of knowledge and I understood that only my grades could tell what kind of student I was.It was like "putting on glasses" and seeing  a new world. 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade was the revelation of hard work again another "put on your glasses moment" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; another world. If we never moved to South Carolina to start with a new slate, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be the student or person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in a fog, a world full of uncertainty and fear. Until I changed my perspective and I found that the world was crystal clear and I know where I want to go. Adopted a new mode of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put on glasses and I can see so clearly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attidude"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-4132154777459483343?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/4132154777459483343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=4132154777459483343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/4132154777459483343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/4132154777459483343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/11/through-new-perspective.html' title='Through a new perspective.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2009878775904762262</id><published>2008-11-02T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:39:40.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure for sadness,anger,depression and anything else that tears a soul.</title><content type='html'>I've realized that I am unusually sad or angry or depressed. So why?&lt;br /&gt;Dangit, I don't know maybe its just because of the sheer pressure of high school and then going home doing homework. Or those every sunday's studying SAT because I know my future is going to depend on it. But, sometimes I don't even have a reason for my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have friends who are always happy and bright, but for some odd reason it won't rub off on me. I think I just take things too personnaly and put way too much pressure on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have found a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided today after SAT practice and getting a 550 on english (bad.....) that I should release my anger with running.Well first of all I was kind of against the idea of it. Then I decided I should force myself into doing it. So get on my new shoes changed clothes and went outside and started to run. And I have to say I have never felt better in my life during my run. Just something about releasing that sadness and anger into stomping on the ground and moving forward just relaxes me.  After running I took a hot shower and what do you know? I feel excelllent so why not do it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm going to do. At least three days a week I'm going to run. Just for the feeling of being relaxed and starting a new. If this helps my attidude then I have every reason to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A strong body is necessary for a strong mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my resolve I'm going to run. Run for the releasing stress. Run for the fun of it. Run for the future. And run to become a new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-€yru$ yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2009878775904762262?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2009878775904762262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2009878775904762262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2009878775904762262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2009878775904762262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/11/cure-for-sadnessangerdepression-and.html' title='Cure for sadness,anger,depression and anything else that tears a soul.'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2164148231163731100</id><published>2008-10-29T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:29:55.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyrus's crazy wacky mind unleashed(yes once again)</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so this past weekend was fun. Our team didn't do half bad but hey first tourney.&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so down??&lt;br /&gt;Hm.....Let's look at this in a family perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Mom- had a severe sickness for 3 years and still graduated at 16. Had brains and didn't like to work, loves to argue.&lt;br /&gt;Dad- Physical,logical form of a tiger, heart of gold. Dad wasn't the brightest but was a hard worker. Was bottom two in physics in high school/college by graduation time top 30 out of 300 some students. Solved things for himself with no one's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm......&lt;br /&gt;So is that why? Is it because that I went in with high hopes only to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, its first tourney. So what!! Next time just try harder. Push yourself to the limits.(now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sounding like my dad........)&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that I shouldn't take things seriously that is if I just want to have fun. If I want to win I have to play to win, push myself to the very limit of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; and if it is not enough expand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When you think about winning think that you can beat everyone, when you are studying and planning to beat everyone think that everyone is the most superior person in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what I have to do, not the lack of confidence ,but to treat my enemy as a far superior person then I am. Until I can overwhelm him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad once challenged me to beat him in every aspect. But he is the type of man who if you fall he just keeps going. Until you reach up to him by yourself, sure he helps along the way but if I really want to beat him I must always be one step ahead of him and I myself have to keep going no matter if I trip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is another factor in this. My sister. Ever since I went to high school I felt I had to set a bar for my sister. A bar that says come and try and surpass this in every way and to rise above it. Sure my parents help her, she gets better help then I got when I was 8. My parents know how to work with her while they were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; frustrated with teaching me. So she has to have the want to reach that bar. I'm not saying right now but when she is in high school I hope that she can surpass me and I will find ways to surpass her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time if I was 8, and compared to her. I am LIGHT YEARS BEHIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does this tie back into a-team?? One reason if we ever want to make it to nats or even beat c-team then we have to push ourselves to the highest point possible and have the will to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So how does this go back to your sadness. Because I realized that we had that "we wil we will rock you spirit" but we didn't have that "my opponent is the toughest one I'm going to meet" mind set thus we were completly annihalted, but its going to be different after our loss the whole teams mind set has changed its now "we've lost but we aren't going to lose again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the confidence to win. We just need to act like our opponents are nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American thinking" There is always someone that is going to be better then you." - our thinking(somewhat)  at spartanburg&lt;br /&gt;My thinking now" I'M going to be the best"-Our a-team thinking now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2164148231163731100?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2164148231163731100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2164148231163731100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2164148231163731100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2164148231163731100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/10/cyruss-crazy-wacky-mind-unleashedyes.html' title='Cyrus&apos;s crazy wacky mind unleashed(yes once again)'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-967723214751387173</id><published>2008-10-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:34:33.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just one of my favorite song lyrics</title><content type='html'>How the hell'd we wind up like this&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't we able&lt;br /&gt;To see the signs that we missed&lt;br /&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd unclench your fists&lt;br /&gt;And unpack your suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Lately there's been too much of this&lt;br /&gt;Dont think its too late&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrongjust as long asyou know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some how gonna make it all right but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some how gonna make it all right but not right nowI know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hoped that since we're here anyway&lt;br /&gt;We could end up saying&lt;br /&gt;Things we've always needed to say&lt;br /&gt;So we could end up stringing&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some how gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some how gonna make it all right but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did we wind up like this&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't we able&lt;br /&gt;To see the signs that we missed&lt;br /&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some how gonna make it all right but not right nowI know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some how gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt; \I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-967723214751387173?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/967723214751387173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=967723214751387173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/967723214751387173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/967723214751387173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-one-of-my-favorite-song-lyrics.html' title='just one of my favorite song lyrics'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5810908160352606001</id><published>2008-10-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:01:46.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time...........</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I've written a lot of blogs but I promise this is the last one.&lt;br /&gt;This one is my concern of the greatest things in life yet so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family is the greates gift life has offered to you. Have you ever travelled to another country where your relatives live? I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When visiting China last summer I never really took to notice everybody maybe it was because of my so called *raging homorones* but I never really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, my dad was talking to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you having fun?"&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhat...."&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it intresting how you live in what seems like two invisible worlds but you still have a connection?"&lt;br /&gt;The conversation stopped there since my sister would not answer to such a silly question. But I did and it took 3 months for me to figure out something. Family is the greatest thing in life. No matter how far they are when you visit them you just have this special connection. They're special connection seems to be magically there. No matter how hard you try and break it you cant. But why? don't you want this feeling to be loved to have that special connection with someone. I do but I never felt it was it just because my heart was so closed or was that connection lost? I don't want to lose that feeling of being around loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my second point of why I'm writing this. Ever since school has started love has been in the air. But I haven't felt a thing is it because my heart is so closed up? I have seen lovers go by but my heart seems to be locked up for no one to see was it because I was hurt? I want someone to love, someone I can talk to when the day is bad, someone I can hold in my arms and say the simple words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I LOVE YOU"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in high school love is so changing this isn't how I want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;When I fall in love, it will be forever."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone that I can always hold on to someone to be there for me and someone just to say those little simple words that mean so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little words.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5810908160352606001?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5810908160352606001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5810908160352606001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5810908160352606001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5810908160352606001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-time.html' title='One more time...........'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-940275026070081617</id><published>2008-10-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:23:57.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wait for you here, even if you don't know that I am</title><content type='html'>While being my old disapointed self, one of my friends looked at me in the eyes and asked&lt;br /&gt;"Is she really better then me?"&lt;br /&gt;Well wait it wasn't exact word for word but I got the point.&lt;br /&gt;I answered with the simplest word my mind could think of.&lt;br /&gt;"Relax"&lt;br /&gt;RELAX!!!?? how can you tell someone to relax if they are worried about something. How can I say relax even when I myself worry about things.&lt;br /&gt;The point is that worry and jealousy and fear and hatred and disappointment are all part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all strive to be the best and to be the one to get that trophy and smile at all the poor saps who didn't. But, one day someone will come along and win over you and he/she is the one laughing and smiling while you are here saddended and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why? Why is it that when we lose we seem to become disstressed? Why is it when we fall we fall so hard?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is that we try so hard and pour our hearts into it. We give everything we've got and still we don't make it. This is what hurts us. That is way I had to answer the queston the way I did. Because I who give everything at the moment I have and still be the one who is looking at someone else smile and laugh it destroys me. But, that pain leads to determination. I will try harder and if I fall even harder and harder until I reach that goal. If it means to put everything else aside I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it really worth it? Is life really worth giving up for.........such a simple thing?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a long, very long ,very long, time and to use that time to improve yourself is the greatest gift of life. But there is only one life and to use it to the max is the true gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if I get in front of you. I will still wait for you here until you reach me and I will stay here even if you don't know that &lt;strong&gt;I'M WAITING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-940275026070081617?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/940275026070081617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=940275026070081617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/940275026070081617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/940275026070081617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wait-for-you-here-even-if-you-dont.html' title='I wait for you here, even if you don&apos;t know that I am'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-8005730601167208083</id><published>2008-10-18T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:00:56.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob jones</title><content type='html'>For all of us who went to Bob Jones we knew what we were getting ourselves into.&lt;br /&gt;We've already heard that it was the hardest tournament we are going to face and that was true.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we prevailed and survived. But, some of us dreams that have been broken. So what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find it ironic that one small thing in life can turn everything over. and that one turn destorys our hopes.&lt;br /&gt;The point is that even we our knocked down we have to get right back up remember the quote&lt;br /&gt;"The harder I fall,the faster I get up"&lt;br /&gt;We have to accept the past and move on no matter how painfull&lt;br /&gt;"No pain,No gain"&lt;br /&gt;But even if we must move on that little hole torn into our very soul will stay there for a very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-8005730601167208083?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/8005730601167208083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=8005730601167208083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8005730601167208083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/8005730601167208083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/10/bob-jones.html' title='Bob jones'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-5874281340300863010</id><published>2008-10-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:23:30.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure of a Success</title><content type='html'>As all foresnics people know we did too very well at the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it funny how one match can screw you up and maybe others?&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened. Bryan Lu faced Amy Li of riverside. Unfotunatly Bryan lost and placed 6th making him 3-1.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see what happens if Bryan won( please note I'm not attacking or angry at you buddy! =D) Bryan would have been 4-0 automatically putting him in the top 3.&lt;br /&gt;If this happened then the most likely possibility would me placing 6th. Unfortunatly I didn't cus I had fewer speaker points then Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it funny? How fate seems to play games with you.&lt;br /&gt;"Failure is always the first step to sucess"-Cyrus yang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-5874281340300863010?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/5874281340300863010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=5874281340300863010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5874281340300863010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/5874281340300863010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/10/failure-of-success.html' title='Failure of a Success'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1411908112850450628.post-2270440773784790236</id><published>2008-10-03T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:35:50.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait running out of time??!!</title><content type='html'>With homework and schoolwork and forensics and a-team and tournaments and reading and mr.p's every once in a while outbursts of complete anger or funniness. Life seems to have speed right past me and I'm here watching my life go by. Is it just me? I know I'm still a freshman and I've got a long way to go but the ironic thing is................I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.........maybe I'm just weird, but I'm always that type of person who needs things to do and if I don't have anything to do then well I ponder.&lt;br /&gt;What I ponder is some of the following( you can tell I'm a natural philospher)&lt;br /&gt;What is the true meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;What is my purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Why does one kid in my car pool even though we've been friends for 4 years still ironically his squeaky high pitched voice annoys the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I me?&lt;br /&gt;What if I wasn't me?&lt;br /&gt;And you probbably can tell this goes on and on and on and on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;So what are these answers to life's hardest questions?&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE&lt;br /&gt;that's the answer simple.&lt;br /&gt;what is the meaning of life, To live to breath to love to be loved to hope to dream and to achieve&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here because it is your time to expericnce life&lt;br /&gt;What is my puropse? Your purpose should be whatever you want it to be whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Um......yeah carpool there are just some people that get on your nerves even friends&lt;br /&gt;Why am I me? Why not!! I mean you are special you are one of a kind you  are you xD&lt;br /&gt;What if I wasn't me......................this question hasn't pondered me for the longest time but I found it from a younger siblings point of view " So what" It doesn't matter if my name is cyrus or suryc I as a person is unique and that's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you out there trying to figure out the meaning of life stop look around you and say&lt;br /&gt;"Life is too good to waste, its time to live it not learn it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1411908112850450628-2270440773784790236?l=cyrusyang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/feeds/2270440773784790236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1411908112850450628&amp;postID=2270440773784790236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2270440773784790236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1411908112850450628/posts/default/2270440773784790236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyrusyang.blogspot.com/2008/10/wait-running-out-of-time.html' title='Wait running out of time??!!'/><author><name>Cyrus yang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164165960003174343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
