The Soul

First of all, I'd like to debunk the existence of the soul. There is no real way to prove whether or not the soul exists, and therefore it doesn't. Something doesn't exist until there is actual concrete, solid evidence provided to support this claim. For now, the soul to me is just a hypothetical entity for the purpose of this entry, because I want to clearly state that I do not believe in the existence of the soul. Instincts lie within our genetic information. Anyway, I do not know the answer to how most people select their friends. Either with their emotions or with rational thoughts, it is entirely dependent on the person. Whether or not they are emotional or rational, it is up to the individual, although I have noticed a trend that females tend to be more emotional than men. This leads me to believe that females usually base their choices upon emotions. This is especially true, since to me it seems like females with other females have a deeper closer bond, they hug, etc, and for males it is just downright awkward for us to hug each other all the time (and a tad bit homosexual). Sometimes, these emotions may stray and with a blend of rational thought, females make superficial friends. These are the fake people you hear people talk about all the time, and females tend to be more fake to their friends and have more fake friends than males, while males simply base their choices upon simpler emotions such as aggression and with a bigger mix of rational thought.

Real or Romantic

Whitman could NOT have been there to experience these songs he's singing. It's just not possible. For one, he sings about the workers being happy and such. Well, why would these workers be happy if they're on an 16 hour work schedule seven days of the week? Purely because they're American, they'll feel different from all the different workers in the world that are basically going through grueling conditions? No, not that. Is it because they're somehow so enthused about working that they start bursting out in songs and rhythms while they're stuck on the cotton mill? I don't think so. I think it's just an overgeneralization that all Americans are happy somehow because they're working no matter what kind of work it is. I'm sure Rockefeller would be happy just sitting on his chair behind his desk, but then again, I'm sure that the 5 year old picking coal out wouldn't be so happy. Once he realizes that there is some sort of strange American spirit inside him that comes from the very land he's standing on trying to burst out of him and sing songs that show his ecstatic nature about working in the coal mines. It's kind of interesting, really.

Work Songs

The work songs mentioned in Whitman's poem clearly show a sense of self-adherence to values such as reliability and a sense of confidence, and the such. This is clearly American. Whatever America stands for, it stands in these workers. A nation built upon democracy, the common people, is mostly made up of the common people and Whitman decided to include the common people in his poem. The common people are able-bodied Americans who heave around heavy stones or work on houses. They sing songs to express how much they love their jobs. This kind of reminds me of Soviet propaganda, to show how hard people are working and how much they love their jobs. It might be American propaganda, after all, because Whitman could've been hired by a bunch of guys in caps and wigs to write this poem. We're all supposed to feel inspired by it, but truthfully I don't see what's so special about this poem. It's mediocre, it doesn't really invoke any senses literally or any senses figuratively such as in the head about like virtue or anything. It's just a poem about a bunch of people singing. While doing other work. But nonetheless, I suppose it does show a degree of Whitman's love for America.

Ode

My Ode will be about freedom, America, and everything it stands for. America is a great country. It is the home of the Shotgun, the Truck, and freedom. African Americans too, but they're not that important. It is the home of Beer, where beer was invented, same with the hamburger, computer, and everything else. It is a great country. It's won all the wars possible in the whole world and all the wars that's ever been fought and will be fought. It won the cold war head on same with the Vietnam war.
It is the greatest country in the world. It is better than the country of Africa. The world gets its internet from America, same with the money and same with tanks. This is my ode.
It's a rough draft, but this is roughly what it'll sound like.
My Ode to America
America is the single greatest country in the world. America will topple Canada and shut off the Chinese production. America will consecrate the defiled grounds in Africa and purify the humans there. America will raze the city of Moscow and all that is Russia and set ablaze the Siberian oil fields.
That is a rough draft, hopefully all of you will enjoy it.

Oppression

I believe women of any Muslim society are probably oppressed. But is it really oppression when the women don't mind? Just like when people wonder if it's really abuse when the people don't mind? I'm not sure if the Qur'an had stated this, but I believe someone had told me that in some passages it stated that women were objects of desire or something, and that it would be the women's fault for flaunting herself if the man were to rape her. Or maybe that's some sort of twisted Islamic law, but I do know it exists and is a defensible stance and often used defense against crimes like rape. I think oppression is a term that should be carefully used and is largely based on personal opinion, though. I am not taking a clear stance on this issue, but I do know for a fact that if the people realize they're being oppressed, like the students of Tiananmen square in 1989. Or the random uprisings against the Soviet Union in the satellite nations during the Soviet era following the defeat of Germany. They would just roll in the tanks. Many people today are oppressed, and even found in PAS. The hat wearing community are low on numbers at the school enough already, and yet, we get condemned for covering our heads for reasons of warmth and protection.

Holiday Reality

What I had actually done over the holiday break was do what I had exactly planned: acquire money. I had made bank, absolutely BANK by the end of the week. I had collected a large from my mom's side of the family, and yet even a LARGER sum from my dad's side of the family. The only thing missing were from my in-laws. They had stopped by the house, but the infamous Chim Ten, whom you've probably never heard of, came over to my house without warning and warded off these gracious visitors. I had hoped to acquire more money, as people of my nature are usually greedy, and so by merely having enough wasn't enough. I need more. I think I'll invest this money in some sort of small business plan and maybe let it bloom into another Google or Youtube. Maybe, in my dreams or something. But for now, shoes and t-shirts as well as clothing's no problem for me. Hah! Not to mention it's almost my birthday too - another plus. My mom, my dad, everyone's going to have to get me a present. Maybe a six-pack as a present from my dad? Who knows. But I'm thinking I won't be disappointed this year, as this year's the big one eight. Yep, that's it for now.

Holiday Plans

My plans for the holiday are to become an astronaut... wait, that's not realistic. My plans for the holiday is to make me some MONIES! I had actually recently found out (actually a few hours ago) that saying monies (as retarded as it sounds) is actually correct. I want some monies is a correct way of saying something. I made lots of monies over the holiday is also a correct way of using the word, but the plural form of money is basically money now, the older more archaic form is rarely seen now (other than on silly captioned images of cats doing silly things). My other goal is to gather up with my relatives that I rarely see and bond with them. A few people that come to mind are my many uncles, my cousins, etc. Both sides of the family, too. I rarely see my other grandma, and in my whole lifetime I've probably spoken less than 100 sentences to her, (language barrier: she barely speaks chinese, only taiwanese) and I don't really have any feelings for that side of the family, but nonetheless, I'd make bank off of that side of the family. I need to make that money! That's pretty much my only goal for the holidays. Make money! Make money! Make money!