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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Public Policies Seminar in Vancouver

This weekend was amazing. I flew with a group of other students to Vancouver this past Friday to participate in the "Explore Public Policy Issues" seminar organized by The Fraser Institute.

Night Around Town
Once we checked in, we went out separate ways. I was going to go with a portion of the group to the beach and then to a restaurant/pub. Just before getting into a cab, I backed out and decided to run upstairs to grab my umbrella. I wanted to explore and take photos of the area, eventually making my way to a coffee shop. As I was about to press the "up" button someone called my name. It was an old friend that I haven't seen since early September. He was there to see the Rolling Stones Concert but it got cancelled. He knew one of the students in my group and decided to visit him instead... I just happened to be there at the right time. So we went out to a sushi bar and had a few drinks. It felt so good being in a big city again; I love the openness, architecture and atmosphere. There are a few places I would like to visit again next time I go.

The Actual Seminar
The next morning my alarm went off, and I turned it off thinking I'd wake up a few minutes later like usual. Not the case. I almost slept through breakfast. After breakfast, there was a group picture and registration. Then the seminar began.

The first topic was "Gun Registration" followed the Rise of Western Canada's Economies, Immigration and Terrorism, The Future of Online Gaming, and Drugs. After each lecture there was a question answer session followed by group discussion. I learned a lot and had a great time. There are sides to those subjects that I didn't understand but through this seminar, I understand them better. I particularly enjoyed the subject of online gaming.

At the Airport
At the airport I bought this book called "The Attraction Factor" by Joe Vitale. He's in one of my favorite movies, "The Secret." It was after I bought the book, something else weird happened.

One of the guys in my travel group is in my Business Law class. We talked a lot about class after we arrived, during the ride to the hotel. Ironically enough, at the airport for the return flight I bumped into my Law Prof. That was weird.

Shortly after that we parted ways and I went through security. I have never had such an issue with metal detectors in my life. I fly regularly throughout the year around Canada and the States. Rings I never had to take off at any airport prior, small clips on my sweater (smaller than average button on a white dress shirt), my sandals and even places on me that I know for sure didn't have metal on me were setting off the detector. The lady looked puzzled and couldn't explain it so she just let me go.

About 35 minutes later, when I was telling the guy in my class about seeing our teacher, my prof showed up again just as I was about to say his name. Funky timing.

There is something awesome about flying at night... because of the altitude and the lack of atmosphere, it's much easier to watch the stars. Besides, I usually have the weirdest experiences when I fly at night.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Video Lecture: Subject *<3 Talk*

UPDATE: The name of the speaker is Leo F. Buscaglia

***Last class in organizational behaviour (*giggles* English looks so funny; many versions), we watched a lecture (a tad ancient however still true to today). Anyways, there were a few things that caught my hear.***

Helen Keller said: 'Before my teacher came to me, I lived in a world that was a no-world. I cannot hope to describe adequately that unconscious yet conscious time of nothingness. I did not know that I knew aught, or that I lived or acted or desired'.

Words... they are nothing but phonetic symbols until you assign meaning. Meaning is the emotional and intellectual content around a word. It isn't necessarily universal. Love doesn't need words; it's expressed in your hugs, smiles, laughter, action and listening. There are more actions to express love than words.

We can process more than two to three times more words than we can speak per minute. So what happens in between? We think. What about? Our counter arguments, all the things we have left to do, why the grass is green?

Why not think about what they really mean or too afraid to say. There are good theories of why prayer is so effective... your higher self, God, ancestors etc... are silent. They allow self determination (so do plants, dogs, etc).

Why do we so often dish out advice right away... "if I were you..." but you're not me. Denying one's experiences is a tragedy. Each and every experience is unique to each individual person. You can empathize but you'll never truly know unless I tell you how I honestly feel. Why not ask? Why not just listen.

Why are haters always so vocal and lovers not so much? Why don't people hug more? Are their arms going to fall off? Love truly doesn't hurt... it's what people do in its name.



(I laughed when I heard this next part but it's so true)

[Joe] "Hello! How are you doing?" with a smile and upbeat attitude
[Mike] in monotone "Fine."
[Joe] "Then why the hell don't you tell your face???"



Life is about creating yourself.

Television helps us become more passive in person (same can be said about the Internet). If we didn't have TV... what would we do, where would we be? Many conversations are simply a monologue disguised as a dialogue. Real dialogues are selfless, rare and oh so marvelous; people actively listen.

Cards are so impersonal; dare to be original and write your own. "Roses are red and violets are blue and you're a sweetie (it wasn't meant to rhyme)." What's up with the whole "whose on my Christmas card list" war? Christmas kinda takes the fun out of gift giving the rest of the year. You give and receive so many at once. Why not give less more often?

What's up with inviting people that you don't really want to be around? Why not respect them enough to let them be where they are wanted and respect yourself enough to do what you really want to do?

People who love you will care and have expectations. It's how you know that they love you. People never tire of being told that they are loved, that they are appreciated.

Why do we wait until people are dead
to tell them how much we care,
to tell them "I love you"?

Monday, September 18, 2006

The *Catalyst*

Another year in college has begun. My classes look promising. This education is my catalyst of opportunity and adventures.

"Doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the next moment." - Oprah

New challenges await me.
I'm falling into fall.
I'm ready.