School's out and the summer awaits! I got some things planned for these months and God willing, they all turn out to my benefit. I've learned so many awesome things this semester, and I hope to not ever forget them.
In Philosophy, I learned that eros can mean many things to many people. Whether it's a love for wisdom, a love for oneself or another, or even a love for love, eros translates into a beautiful word that is love itself. In Psychology, I learned many terms and conditions such as Brocas aphasia, acetocholine, and the fundamental attribution error. Psychology is not always about therapy, but about the reasons of why people act the way they do; whether it because they choose to, or cause they have a condition. Political Science stirred up my mind as we talked about current world issues and policies. I learned about different governmental institutions and why the world is the way it is today. History revived my mind of the past. Ulysses Grant, Robert E. Lee, Lincoln, Benito Juarez and many others brought back amazing stories that shaped my American culture. English engaged me in rhetoric arguments and our nations current events. This class sharpened up my writing skills and reminded me of a very important thing: I love to write.
I can honestly say I was blessed with five amazing teachers, I hope to have the same in store for next semester.
Friday, May 11, 2007
A Fun Memory
The night was young and my hair was looking pretty darn good. I had a black mini-skirt on with a matching black low-cut sweater that made me look innocent. And Innocent I was!
Downtown Los Angeles, driving in a chic BMW with the top down, heading to my first club. I was sixteen and my cousin was 25. I had gone down to L.A for a week as a birthday gift from my parents and stayed in my cousins cool apartment in Pasadena. We had decided that it was time for me to discover this clubbin' experience so we headed down to a hip new dance club that had just opened. We tried our hardest to make myself look like 18, and although our attempts were in vain, the club bouncer let me in only because my cousin sweet talked him into it. Nervous as I was, my face showed the complete opposite. I walked confidently and smiled to all those who were giving me stares. I had never been to a club before and getting used to an atmosphere like that was quite a task. The loud music sang while my cousin and I found a table. And then he caught my eye; 5'12, athletic-built, asian and oh so hot. I knew I wanted to dance with him as soon as I had layed my eyes on him. Coaxed my my cousin, I made my way past him and made sure he caught my eye...minutes later, we were hitting it off on the dance floor. My heart raced and my eyes glittered as I danced my heart away on that Hollywood floor. There was nowhere else I wanted to be, but right there dancing with him.
Downtown Los Angeles, driving in a chic BMW with the top down, heading to my first club. I was sixteen and my cousin was 25. I had gone down to L.A for a week as a birthday gift from my parents and stayed in my cousins cool apartment in Pasadena. We had decided that it was time for me to discover this clubbin' experience so we headed down to a hip new dance club that had just opened. We tried our hardest to make myself look like 18, and although our attempts were in vain, the club bouncer let me in only because my cousin sweet talked him into it. Nervous as I was, my face showed the complete opposite. I walked confidently and smiled to all those who were giving me stares. I had never been to a club before and getting used to an atmosphere like that was quite a task. The loud music sang while my cousin and I found a table. And then he caught my eye; 5'12, athletic-built, asian and oh so hot. I knew I wanted to dance with him as soon as I had layed my eyes on him. Coaxed my my cousin, I made my way past him and made sure he caught my eye...minutes later, we were hitting it off on the dance floor. My heart raced and my eyes glittered as I danced my heart away on that Hollywood floor. There was nowhere else I wanted to be, but right there dancing with him.
What I Do
Everything happens for a reason.
I just had a remarkable person visit me tonight and he gave me a strong reminder of the kind of person I am. He told me I changed his life, that I made a total breakthrough in him.
Sometimes, good things come out of bad ones and we need to learn to recognize them when they come about. I had a very regretful summer last year and I learned one too many things. My visitor also had a eventful summer that wrecked his life apart. When I conversed with this person tonight, memories flooded my brain and my heart. I had made decisions that hurt me and those around me just because I wanted to have 'a little fun'.
God speaks through people. His words and advice are carefully entwined with the words spoke by those who love us. I heard God speak to me this weekend through my mother and through a special friend. To all those who are reading this now, I advise you to listen more attentively to the words spoken by those who care for you. Your future could depend on a personal conversation or in a single sentence. When you are in trouble, God tends to notice and gives you a hand in need. I just thought I'd let God speak through me tonight.
I just had a remarkable person visit me tonight and he gave me a strong reminder of the kind of person I am. He told me I changed his life, that I made a total breakthrough in him.
Sometimes, good things come out of bad ones and we need to learn to recognize them when they come about. I had a very regretful summer last year and I learned one too many things. My visitor also had a eventful summer that wrecked his life apart. When I conversed with this person tonight, memories flooded my brain and my heart. I had made decisions that hurt me and those around me just because I wanted to have 'a little fun'.
God speaks through people. His words and advice are carefully entwined with the words spoke by those who love us. I heard God speak to me this weekend through my mother and through a special friend. To all those who are reading this now, I advise you to listen more attentively to the words spoken by those who care for you. Your future could depend on a personal conversation or in a single sentence. When you are in trouble, God tends to notice and gives you a hand in need. I just thought I'd let God speak through me tonight.
Me and My Man
Getting married is something that me and many other girls dream of. Other than your sweet sixteen, it's really the only day when all the attention is on you. I have many fantasies about this special day but the doubts consume me. What if I choose the wrong guy? What if I gain weight last minute and my dress doesn't fit? What if nobody comes? What if we run out of alcohol? What if he's sterile!!!
I know I'm exaggerating quite a bit, but you never know. The person I'm with at the moment is very different to who I expect to end up with. I imagine myself with a tall, athletic-built guy with bright blue eyes. I'd love for him to have Texas drawl and his hair would have to be dirty blonde. Although my man is nothing like that, I would love to get 'hitched' to him.
The thing that scares me is that I would have to spend the rest of my life with one man. It's hard for me to keep my eyes set on one guy for more than a month (although Adrian is the only exception), would I be able to last a lifetime? Turning the question around, would he be able to support me for the rest of our lives? I can only imagine. To me, divorce is not an option; if I choose a man to be with me till my last day, it's gotta be because really, truly love him
I know I'm exaggerating quite a bit, but you never know. The person I'm with at the moment is very different to who I expect to end up with. I imagine myself with a tall, athletic-built guy with bright blue eyes. I'd love for him to have Texas drawl and his hair would have to be dirty blonde. Although my man is nothing like that, I would love to get 'hitched' to him.
The thing that scares me is that I would have to spend the rest of my life with one man. It's hard for me to keep my eyes set on one guy for more than a month (although Adrian is the only exception), would I be able to last a lifetime? Turning the question around, would he be able to support me for the rest of our lives? I can only imagine. To me, divorce is not an option; if I choose a man to be with me till my last day, it's gotta be because really, truly love him
Smack That
I hope I don't go to prison for saying this, but when I have children of my own, you can bet that I'll give them a good whooping from time to time. I also talk from experience when I say this.
Starting from the age of two or so, I received a good spanking whenever I misbehaved. The hits progressively became harder and the tools that were used to give the hits transformed from a hand to a stem whip.
Allow me to recreate a scene: Let's say that I not only brought home a bad grade, but I also talked bad to my mom, had a intensive fight with my brother, and got caught in a lie with my dad...all in the same day. My father would then address the issue by taking me into his room, locking the door, and bringing along his sturdy stem whip. He'd sit me down on the bed and have a way-too-calm talk with me. I'd desperately try to explain that it was somehow not my fault, that I'd never do it again, and yadda-yadda-yada. My words would be broken with tears and my mind would frantically try to come up with excuses to give to my dad. Finally, my dad would tell me his penalty: two hits, three if I made a fuss. I'd wail even louder as I voluntarily pulled down my pants and exposed my six layers of underwear (you see, I was prepared). I'd turn my back to him, lay my front face down on the bed, grab a pillow to bite down on, and brace myself for the worst. My anticipation was cut short by a quick "SWIPPP!" and the pain surged right through my skin.
After my beating, my head ached and my legs burned. I expressed my pain with loud, weeping howls that echoed through the whole house. My sister would always stand behind the door and wait for my dad to finish only to cry with me; she'd stroke my hair and wipe my tears as my cries continued.
Only then was when I truly learned not to do it again.
Starting from the age of two or so, I received a good spanking whenever I misbehaved. The hits progressively became harder and the tools that were used to give the hits transformed from a hand to a stem whip.
Allow me to recreate a scene: Let's say that I not only brought home a bad grade, but I also talked bad to my mom, had a intensive fight with my brother, and got caught in a lie with my dad...all in the same day. My father would then address the issue by taking me into his room, locking the door, and bringing along his sturdy stem whip. He'd sit me down on the bed and have a way-too-calm talk with me. I'd desperately try to explain that it was somehow not my fault, that I'd never do it again, and yadda-yadda-yada. My words would be broken with tears and my mind would frantically try to come up with excuses to give to my dad. Finally, my dad would tell me his penalty: two hits, three if I made a fuss. I'd wail even louder as I voluntarily pulled down my pants and exposed my six layers of underwear (you see, I was prepared). I'd turn my back to him, lay my front face down on the bed, grab a pillow to bite down on, and brace myself for the worst. My anticipation was cut short by a quick "SWIPPP!" and the pain surged right through my skin.
After my beating, my head ached and my legs burned. I expressed my pain with loud, weeping howls that echoed through the whole house. My sister would always stand behind the door and wait for my dad to finish only to cry with me; she'd stroke my hair and wipe my tears as my cries continued.
Only then was when I truly learned not to do it again.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Hello Goodbye
I started my new job yesterday. =)
Compared to Village Inn, this job was a piece of cake! I was introduced to the restaurant and I picked things up easily. I had more liberty in my work and there wasn't a manager always behind my back. I'm still trying to get used to a few things, these include me being my own cashier, getting more familiarized with the menu, the fact that there are only two waitresses, and getting to know all of our regular customers. I am IN LOVE with our uniforms! I get to wear my khaki shorts with a cute polo and sport it without restrictions.
This new job made me realize just how much I am going to miss Village Inn. I am so used to the hell they give me over there and I have just come to the realization that V.I has come to be a great and important part of my life. I know I can't stay there forever, and the time I've been there has been more than enough for any girl my age. Jobs come and go, just as people come and go. I feel a great need to close this chapter in my life and start a new one, even if it's painful to start over.
Compared to Village Inn, this job was a piece of cake! I was introduced to the restaurant and I picked things up easily. I had more liberty in my work and there wasn't a manager always behind my back. I'm still trying to get used to a few things, these include me being my own cashier, getting more familiarized with the menu, the fact that there are only two waitresses, and getting to know all of our regular customers. I am IN LOVE with our uniforms! I get to wear my khaki shorts with a cute polo and sport it without restrictions.
This new job made me realize just how much I am going to miss Village Inn. I am so used to the hell they give me over there and I have just come to the realization that V.I has come to be a great and important part of my life. I know I can't stay there forever, and the time I've been there has been more than enough for any girl my age. Jobs come and go, just as people come and go. I feel a great need to close this chapter in my life and start a new one, even if it's painful to start over.
I Haven't Learned
This whole 'studying' thing has taught me oh so much. I can also say that this semester has been filled with so many new things. I have come to the point when I need to make a decision, then I try to remember what I did in the past, but I cannot remember because there are so many other experiences blocking it! So I make the same mistake about twice.
Just yesterday night, I was trying to finish my 'cramming' for my Psychology final when an old friend called me and invited me to study with her. I find myself at Village Inn (not again!), comfortable in a booth, and immensely engaged in conversation with my buddy. Here and then we'd take a couple of notes down and exchange info, but talking about boys and high school seemed to be much more interesting for the both of us. As I was talking to her, I was consciously aware that I wasn't getting any work done and yet I continued to gossip.
This has happened to me about four times this year already. The funny thing is that I already predicted that I would not get any studying done and i still went along and met with her.
When I study, I need to be alone and I need to have breaks. I get my stuff done if I sit down and do it. Will I ever learn?
Just yesterday night, I was trying to finish my 'cramming' for my Psychology final when an old friend called me and invited me to study with her. I find myself at Village Inn (not again!), comfortable in a booth, and immensely engaged in conversation with my buddy. Here and then we'd take a couple of notes down and exchange info, but talking about boys and high school seemed to be much more interesting for the both of us. As I was talking to her, I was consciously aware that I wasn't getting any work done and yet I continued to gossip.
This has happened to me about four times this year already. The funny thing is that I already predicted that I would not get any studying done and i still went along and met with her.
When I study, I need to be alone and I need to have breaks. I get my stuff done if I sit down and do it. Will I ever learn?
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Defying Stereotypes
I think it's about time I wrote about this one:
Alex is one stubborn, unconditionally loving, tempered and sweetest sister a girl could ever have. Her birthday is next week and this gal will be 23. There is one important (or may I say not important?) thing about my sister; She has Down's syndrome.
Every time I have to write about a journal topic of some sort, my mind likes to bring her up. I guess it would be accurate to say that she is one of my favorite topics.
I've always said that Alex is a brat in the middle of the day but an angel in the morning and at night. My sister helps me in everything; being a neat freak, she organizes and tidies up the room frequently. She gets feisty when she's all dressed up and ready to hit the town. Her long black her swings as she walks and her small hazel eyes show confidence. Sometimes she is too social and annoys me with questions she already knows the answers to.
But more than annoying, she is generous. Although she doesn't like to share her lotions, perfumes, lip glosses, or mints- she is otherwise very giving.
My sister is very pretty compared to most kids with Down's-( she's even prettier than most normal people), and that is something I am oh so proud of. She pulls off Abercrombie and Express just nicely and her light complexion is one to die for.
That's my sis.
Alex is one stubborn, unconditionally loving, tempered and sweetest sister a girl could ever have. Her birthday is next week and this gal will be 23. There is one important (or may I say not important?) thing about my sister; She has Down's syndrome.
Every time I have to write about a journal topic of some sort, my mind likes to bring her up. I guess it would be accurate to say that she is one of my favorite topics.
I've always said that Alex is a brat in the middle of the day but an angel in the morning and at night. My sister helps me in everything; being a neat freak, she organizes and tidies up the room frequently. She gets feisty when she's all dressed up and ready to hit the town. Her long black her swings as she walks and her small hazel eyes show confidence. Sometimes she is too social and annoys me with questions she already knows the answers to.
But more than annoying, she is generous. Although she doesn't like to share her lotions, perfumes, lip glosses, or mints- she is otherwise very giving.
My sister is very pretty compared to most kids with Down's-( she's even prettier than most normal people), and that is something I am oh so proud of. She pulls off Abercrombie and Express just nicely and her light complexion is one to die for.
That's my sis.
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