Saturday, November 29, 2008


"but maybe it's not about flavors, maybe it's not about reason, or GPA, or College Board, or dress code, or college aps... maybe, instead, it's about hiking in the woods, about rock walls and movies under the stars, about waiting for friendships and flavors to mingle..."

Mr. and Mrs. Ontiveros

Friday, November 28, 2008


that is what my stomach is. upset. very very upset. i don't like upset stomachs. especially when the stomach is mine. i'm trying to think of things that would make my stomach happier, but everything i'm thinking of would probably make it worse...pie, ice cream, pie, brownies, pie, cheesecake, pie, chocolate, pie... (i really want pie).

sigh. i think a warm bed and looking at the new clothes i bought today will do the trick. mmm, that sounds delightful.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

tom's a biiiird.

everytime i think of thanksgiving, i think of this episode of the cosby show. so, naturally, today being thanksgiving and all, i had to watch it again to really get in the mood for thanksgiving. i can never get enough of olivia's thanksgiving song (starts at 6:00). it is the cutest, funniest, most adorable thing ever. so if you don't wanna watch the whole thing, fast forward to the 6 minute mark. it's turkey time!

giving thanks.

"Aw u personalized the txt."
"Thanks, love. You know you do the exact same for me. :)"
"You are so delightful. I hope you know that."
"Happy Thanksgiving my goddess!!"
"Hehe that was the best thing to wake up to(: We really are really good friends aren't we?"
"I love you too baby!"

this is what i am thankful for. the people who make life worth living. the little things that never deserve to go unnoticed. the love that i am constantly surrounded by. the sense of happiness that goes all the way down to the tips of my toes. the warm bed i sleep in every night. the clothes on my back. and the thought of someone being thankful for me simply because of, well, being me.

oh, and the pecan pie my grandma brought over today. this is love.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

it's funny.

boawen: are you having a debut?
me: naww. why?
boawen: iono. brittany valdez is having one. i'm in her court.

it struck me right then and there how small of a world we really live in. i forgot boawen went to walker and became friends with my best friends from elementary school. kinda like how i went to lexington and became friends with rona's best friends from elementary school. but anyway, boawen also mentioned that he saw arielle delosreyes at starbucks the other day. another one of my best friends from the elementary days. i never realized how weird it was that i've never run into them anywhere. i don't think i've talked to any of them for 4 or 5 years. and to tell the truth, i don't remember the last time i thought about brittany valdez or arielle delos reyes or rj dizon or grace aquino until today.

and when he mentioned that he's been given the honor of being a part of her court, it kind of made me a little jealous. i know we haven't talked in ages, but it kinda gave me that feeling that little kids get when they think someone's taking their friends away from them. you know, the "she was my friend first" kinda thing. immature, i know. just goes to show that things change and you can't really do much about it.

it's funny though. as much as i want to catch up with them and find out what their lives have been like for the past few years, i wouldn't break necks trying to do it. but i think the people in my life right now, the ones that i've grown with working through the trials and tribulations of my teenage years, i'd move mountains to make sure i stay in touch with them.

things are just better with them here.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

sincerely, athena.

i may have signed the letter, but i am far from finished. people tend to underestimate the power of postscripts, don't they? they read the letter and are satisfied when they are finished with it and see the signature at the end. and then they see the little “p.s.” they assume it was hastily written and of less importance since it wasn’t significant enough to figure into the body of the letter. but maybe, just maybe, that postscript was the most important part of the letter. so important that it HAD to be by itself. somehow, give it a little emphasis. not something like, “p.s. can i borrow your sweater?” or “p.s. i’ll call you at 5.” i was thinking something more along the lines of, “p.s. i love you.” that deserves a second glance, don’t you think?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

an apple a day.

so today, being more bored than usual because everyone seemed to be busy, i went through some of my old files on my laptop. found some funny quotes, surfaced some embarrassing pictures, and realized that i used to have way too much time on my hands. but the real point of this post is to share a story i found. i saved it on a word document a long, long time ago after i watched an episode of oprah. and after discovering it this afternoon and reading it as if for the first time, my belief in destiny has been overwhelmingly renewed...

before i begin this story, i apologize in not remembering the actual names of the people. don't know why i didn't write it down. but anyway, to make this story come alive, i will give the people my own names. they will from this point forward be known as robert and julia.

when robert was fourteen years old he, as well as his entire family, were placed in a concentration camp in germany during the time of the holocaust. one day, he was walking along the fence and spotted a girl on the other side. she comes up and introduces herself as julia. as starving as he was, robert asks her if she has any food and she gives him an apple. julia was hiding from the nazis as well and she had fled poland with her family and was now living in germany pretending to be christian. the two young teenagers instantly became friends and for the next 7 months, juila came every single day to give him an apple.

then one day, robert told her that she shouldn't come back the next day because he was being transfered to a different concentration camp. that was the last time they saw each other. then after the jews were liberated, robert was free and began a normal life. years later, when he was in his late 20s, his friend set him up on a blind date. so he went on the date and began making small talk with the woman. they continued talking and the girl asked him where he was during the war because she knew that he was jewish, etc, etc. so robert told her about the concentration camp and she says "oh! i used to go to that camp and give apples to a boy for about 7 months." and then it kinda hit him. he then asked her "did the boy tell you to stop coming the next day because he was leaving?" she said yes. then he realized it was his julia, told her he was that boy she befriended so many years ago, and proposed right then and there.

they've been married ever since.

bad blogger.

2 months and 15 days. that's how long it's been since i've last posted. people have been harping on me about posting, but i haven't had the will to do it lately. maybe it's just cause i feel like i always have something better to do. well, maybe not better. more important? *cough* college apps *cough* but important stuff has never stopped me from writing before. it was usually my inspiration for a new post. ah, well. remember the days where i would post, not just one blog a day, but up to three? good times...

anyway, i've said this before, but maybe it'll actually stick this time: i'm back.