Making plan always create huge source of energy for me to start doing something. I make plan everyday, every week, and every year. But, the trouble is... It's difficult to follow those great plans. If I had fulfilled just about 60% of my plans, I would not stay here to write the plan for the next semester now. Yet, where would I be? Oops, I don't know. Anyway, Poor my plans!!!
With this plan, however, it seems to be different coz I'm telling you, my friends, about my plan for the next semester, hence, I don't want to feel ashamed when being asked about the result.
I have spent a lot of time thinking what prevented me from following my plans. And I find the 2 big answers: 1. I get up later than it should be and 2. It's difficult to say NO with others.
Hence, I have to solve these problems first and I'll think about further plans.
1. In order to get up on time, I'll have 3 alarms at different places to wake me up. I'll ask my friend to call me in the morning. I suppose that it will take her 1 week to make me get along with that time. I'll take her to Che` shop to celebrate that achievement. Then It's important to go to bed early. Ok, fine, 12.30 every night. If later, I'll punish myself by not hanging out for 1 week.
2. To know how to say NO. It's really difficult. But maybe, I may consider that I already HAVE DATE WITH myself, with my plan, and I can't miss it.
Then, these are my studying plan for this semester:
a. Read stuffs before going to class. If not, No films for 1 week.
b. Take part in organizing 1 event in my faculty
c. Improve my health with better diet, and physical exercises.
d. FOLLOW MY TIME TABLE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.
Ok, it's fine to start doing small things to create habits.
I am not saying I'll try to do those plans. I just want to say JUST DO IT!
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
Some thoughts about Alan Landers
I was "forced" to read the economist to find have some comments about an obituary that made me impressed, and I found it helpful to read some of these articles. I spent some time skimming through this page. Some attracted me, and it's difficult to figure out which one I'd write about. I'd like to talk something about Alan Landers, who was killed by cigarettes, and he spent most of his late life struggling against tobacco companies.
Alan is great. He didn't die in silence. He died while he struggled for the right.
To me, to some extents, tobacco companies have to be responsible for their products. They not only produce tobacco, but also create the trend, icons... for people to get addicted to smoking. They have to take that kind of responsibility to the death of thousands people, the lost of their families, and the bad habits for the young people, who just follow their friends, fathers, mothers... to be admired as "adults". They make money on the death of the others.
We all know that fact. And before smoking, smokers have to look at the cover, and see a huge sentence "Smoking is harmful". However, I wonder how many of these smokers close that pack after seeing that sentence? Is it too late to blame tobacco companies for their deaths even when they decided to smoke? I suppose that each of our decisions is the result of different aspects, from the surroundings such as friends, families, the living conditions, the situation and the most important factor is yourself. It's your choice to follow your friends, it's your choice to keeping smoking instead of hundreds propaganda, laws against smoking. you may try it one or two tubes if you like, but you can quit it easily from the early times. Hence, from my point of view, it's not only the tobacco companies to be blamed, but also smokers themselves.
Alan is great. He didn't die in silence. He died while he struggled for the right.
To me, to some extents, tobacco companies have to be responsible for their products. They not only produce tobacco, but also create the trend, icons... for people to get addicted to smoking. They have to take that kind of responsibility to the death of thousands people, the lost of their families, and the bad habits for the young people, who just follow their friends, fathers, mothers... to be admired as "adults". They make money on the death of the others.
We all know that fact. And before smoking, smokers have to look at the cover, and see a huge sentence "Smoking is harmful". However, I wonder how many of these smokers close that pack after seeing that sentence? Is it too late to blame tobacco companies for their deaths even when they decided to smoke? I suppose that each of our decisions is the result of different aspects, from the surroundings such as friends, families, the living conditions, the situation and the most important factor is yourself. It's your choice to follow your friends, it's your choice to keeping smoking instead of hundreds propaganda, laws against smoking. you may try it one or two tubes if you like, but you can quit it easily from the early times. Hence, from my point of view, it's not only the tobacco companies to be blamed, but also smokers themselves.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
me- Myself
I haven't blogged since Yahoo 360 "died". And even when I blogged, I often talked something rather trivial, and funny. When I was asked to write "my autobiography", it seemed to be difficult to start writing seriously "about me".
Actually, I wouldn't exist in this life if my brother hadn't continuously asked my mom to give birth to his sister. He was so lonely that he just wanted to stay with the neighbor coz they had two sons instead of going home with mom and dad. My parents, hence, had to have a serious discussion about having a second baby. And one day, I was born. You'd suppose that I was an unexpected child? Oh, no! I was the result careful thoughts and preparation.
My brother is 13 older than me. In some first years, it was nice to have a sister, and played with her. But after his growing up, you may imagine a 20 year old man had other things to do instead of playing with a 7 year old sister. We had little time together. Mom and dad were rather busy struggling for the better living conditions, and it was my turn to be lonely. I was just at home with the locked door all day long and waited until somebody came back. That was that the way I was brought up like the only child, rather lonlely, with 2 parents and a strict little "dad"-my brother.
My childhood passed with not many impressive events. I went to primary, secondary, then high schools that were near my house,coz I could walk to school with my friends safely instead of being worried about the traffic. Luckily, they were all good schools where I could have a lot of wonderful friends and teachers.
Time passed, and things became easier when I grew up. 20 year old girl is now old enough to talk with her 33 year old brother. He is a good man. Although we don't have much time together, but he is my idol with his inspirations, encouragement. He began to let me travel with him. We went throughout Vietnam, some mountainous areas in the North by motorbikes. Then I also started exploring life by myself and with my friends. We have done it by travelling, going from luxurious citites to the poorest areas. I have learnt a lot from those trips, and travelling, exploring, experiencing is now my ambitious.
Actually, I wouldn't exist in this life if my brother hadn't continuously asked my mom to give birth to his sister. He was so lonely that he just wanted to stay with the neighbor coz they had two sons instead of going home with mom and dad. My parents, hence, had to have a serious discussion about having a second baby. And one day, I was born. You'd suppose that I was an unexpected child? Oh, no! I was the result careful thoughts and preparation.
My brother is 13 older than me. In some first years, it was nice to have a sister, and played with her. But after his growing up, you may imagine a 20 year old man had other things to do instead of playing with a 7 year old sister. We had little time together. Mom and dad were rather busy struggling for the better living conditions, and it was my turn to be lonely. I was just at home with the locked door all day long and waited until somebody came back. That was that the way I was brought up like the only child, rather lonlely, with 2 parents and a strict little "dad"-my brother.
My childhood passed with not many impressive events. I went to primary, secondary, then high schools that were near my house,coz I could walk to school with my friends safely instead of being worried about the traffic. Luckily, they were all good schools where I could have a lot of wonderful friends and teachers.
Time passed, and things became easier when I grew up. 20 year old girl is now old enough to talk with her 33 year old brother. He is a good man. Although we don't have much time together, but he is my idol with his inspirations, encouragement. He began to let me travel with him. We went throughout Vietnam, some mountainous areas in the North by motorbikes. Then I also started exploring life by myself and with my friends. We have done it by travelling, going from luxurious citites to the poorest areas. I have learnt a lot from those trips, and travelling, exploring, experiencing is now my ambitious.
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