chapter 2 – laughter.

A few days into the new year of 2011 and I have a simple goal: to laugh wherever, whenever.

Of course I have several other resolutions, but this goal is different from all of my other ones: This goal can be and should be adopted by everyone.

Turns out laughter is not only the recipe for a good time, but it is actually pretty healthy for you.

According to research, laughter helps people breathe easier and it also massages the heart and other vital organs. On top of that, it may also increase the release of disease-fighting cells in the immune system.

I’d rather not give you an in-depth lecture about how laughter helps this and increases that. So, without further ado, get your laughter on.

Here are a few graphs that humored me:

The following two are logo fails, there were many others but pretty inappropriate:

The last few are some photoshop fails hahaha:

seems like the man noticed something wrong. and oh he did.

 

what an ignoramus.

Hopefully this gallery generated a few organ-massaging bouts of laughter.

“The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” – e.e. cummings

chapter 1 – deserted, desolate, forsaken.

Who am I?

It’s the simplest question, yet I do not know how to answer it.

You may think this first blog is to let everyone know who I am, but it’s actually for me. I do not know how to reply.

I am a 19 year old Korean-American. My name is Daniel Lee. I am a college student who attends the University of Virginia. I am going to the army after college.

True, these replies can answer that question – but they are amazingly superficial.

If anyone were to approach me today and ask me, “Who are you?” I would not know how to answer him/her. I can not possibly answer him/her with a 3 minute dialogue about events that sum up my identity. That simply means I do not know who I am. No, I need a short and sweet reply that epitomizes my identity. It may seem like a silly thing to worry about, but it worries me a great deal.

What defines me as a person? What can I possibly answer, that completely defines me? How would you answer that question?

I realized in order to answer this troubling question, you need to put yourself in a hypothetical situation. Say you and I were stripped of all our wealth. Both you and I lose our homes, our cars, our jobs, our friends, etc. You and I remain deserted, desolate and forsaken.

Status-enabling possessions and positions are nothing but external labels of character. Those do not and can not define who you are. Who you are remains after all of these are stripped from you. Now, we have nothing. Who are you? Who am I?

In the darkest of times, throughout our trials and tribulations, it is the essence of who we are that enables us to overcome our obstacles.

Allow me to be that “anyone” to approach you and ask, “Who are you?” Have you come up with an answer yet?

I have.

“I am a child of God.” Simple as that. I choose this phrase to define me regardless of where I am, what I own and who I meet. My identity as a Christian will not waver no matter how much status or wealth I acquire – because if it does, then it does not and can not define me.

So, take a moment and consider what you will cling to and identify yourself with when you are stripped of your worldly possessions and claims to fame. When left deserted, desolate and forsaken, who are you?

the prologue.

I told myself I would never start a blog, ever. I’ve always viewed blogging as an enormous waste of time and energy and I’ve especially viewed bloggers as self-absorbed time-wasters, but here I am eating my own words. Like millions of other bloggers, I guess I’ve found personal value in blogging. Whether people read my posts or not, I’m entering the blogging world. Bloggers! Mark this date on your calendar, cause you got a fellow time-waster on your hands.

This will be a good opportunity to gather my thoughts and share them to those willing to listen. As to what I’ll be blogging about, I’m not so sure. I guess with a title “conscious concessions,” I’ll be blogging about things that particularly move me in any way. As a matter of fact, think of “conscious concessions” as an e-book of my thoughts. I’ll try to organize them as best as possible.

This is the prologue. Upcoming are my autobiographical expressions.