I KNOW I AM CLUELESS, IT DOESN'T MEAN USELESS, MY MOM SAYS I AM BLESSED, EVEN THOUGH NOW MESSED, I WILL DO MY BEST, GOD WILL DO THE REST.

EVERYONE NEED EDUCATION, ITS THE NEED OF A NATION, IN IT IS FUTURE'S FOUNDATION, IT LEADS TO HEARTS ASPIRATION, AND TOMORROWS INSPIRATION.

WHERE YOUR DREAMS WANDER, THERE U MAKE SEVERAL BLUNDER, EVEN IT HURT MISTAKES THUNDER, IT WILL CARVE U STRONGER, ONE DAY THE WORLD WONDER.

MY EFFORTS FAIL I DON'T CRY, EVEN I CAN'T CATCH DREAMS SKY, I DIDN'T GIVE UP N ALWAYS TRY, MY MIND QUESTION ME WHY?MY HEART REMIND TO FLY.

I FELT HAPPINESS LIKE A BLIND, TILL I HAD A SATISFIED MIND.SORROW FOR WHAT I LOST, IS LIKE DREAMS THAT COST.

I AM NOT QUICK, NOT STRONG AS A BRICK, ME NEVER HAPPINESS PICK, IN MY DECISION I STICK, PEOPLE TRY TO TRICK, BUT MY HEART IS THICK.

WHEN I WAS LOST IN DARKNESS, I FELT MYSELF LIKE ARMLESS, MY HEART BECOME HOPELESS, ALL I HAD WAS MY WEAKNESS, TILL I FIND MORNING BRIGHTNESS

BE PRACTICAL BY WORDS NOT BY HEART BECAUSE HUMANITY LIES IN IMPRACTICAL HEARTS

GOD PUNISHES NOT FOR WORLD TO LAUGH, I AM NOT A EMOTIONLESS PAPER OF GRAPH, EVEN I AM NOT THE WORLD'S STAFF, DON'T ANGRY THINKING ME A CALF.

I THINK MYSELF TO BE SMART, I WOULD WIN EVEN THE DART, SUCCESS IS IN MY CART, TILL I KNOW REALITY PART, I DON'T KNOW EVEN TO START.

ITS DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE, WHEN U ARE IN GRIEVE, WHEN U THINK TO LEAVE, IN FUTURE U WILL ACHIEVE, TOMORROW WILL BE AN EVE.

Hating war in Vietnam in 1965 was minority position.

I recommended to the president [George Bush] that our focus had to be on al-Qaida, the Taliban and Afghanistan. Those were the ones who attacked the United States of America on 9/11.

My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives.

If you want to push design into new areas, you have to work closely across the boundaries of people's trades and professions. If you know the questions to ask, you can pull out the expertise.

Journalists write because they have nothing to say, and have something to say because they write.

Academia is a graveyard of poets.

The behavior of the oppressed is a prescribed behavior, following as it does the guidelines of the oppressor.

I realize I never stand out in a room unless I'm feeling balanced, centered and happy. It sounds really corny but it's very, very true.

When the subconscious mind must chose between deeply rooted emotions and logic, emotions will almost always win.