Saturday, November 29, 2008

tamales.


"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..."

Yours,
Mr. and Mrs. Ontiveros

Friday, November 28, 2008

upset.

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.


p.s.
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.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

oh, elmo.

(his laugh makes me happy.)

(and you just have to love elmo with chris brown.)

(and this...this just made my day.)


this is why elmo is my favorite monster. well, not just monster. favorite character...ever. he's up there with my obsession with elephants and maroon 5. he's toooo cute.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

one day.

"Long Nguyen" (12:19:03 PM): i have to eat
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:07 PM): i'll talk to you later babe.
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:12 PM): bye
xUHTHEENUH (12:19:17 PM): byee
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:17 PM): have a nice day
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:20 PM): and a nice life
xUHTHEENUH (12:19:24 PM): okay just eat.
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:28 PM): one day
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:30 PM: i will return
"Long Nguyen"
(12:19:38 PM): when the moon is eclipsing the sun
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:40 PM): and the stars
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:42 PM): are lined up
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:45 PM): in an exact order
xUHTHEENUH (12:19:46 PM): alright.
xUHTHEENUH (12:19:48 PM): i'll wait.
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:48 PM): that only happens
"Long Nguyen" (12:19:57 PM): once every sixteen thousand seventy two years
"Long Nguyen" (12:20:01 PM): and as a sign
"Long Nguyen" (12:20:07 PM): a bear and a shark will wrestle
"Long Nguyen" (12:20:17 PM): and stanley will wear blue
xUHTHEENUH (12:20:24 PM): haha
xUHTHEENUH (12:20:29 PM): i'm never seeing you againnnnn
"Long Nguyen" (12:20:33 PM): haha
"Long Nguyen" (12:20:36 PM): that communist
"Long Nguyen" (12:20:38 PM): bye!
xUHTHEENUH (12:20:42 PM): bye!



hahaha, oh stanley. back to studying!

Sunday, August 10, 2008

haircut gossip.


apparently, everytime he comes to get his hair cut and his girlfriend is with him, she always stares at people while she waits. "it's cause she's ugly. hehehe." hawaiian gardens is way ghetto. ghettoer than any other place on earth. a policeman got shot point-blank. the anniversary was a couple weeks ago. but no one will shoot the lady cutting my hair cause her grandma will evict all of them. the reason you're supposed to say your name when you answer the phone is so that people can complain about you if they don't like you. "cypress supercuts. my name is ashley. how may i help you?" oh, and pretending to sound korean is easier than you think.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

sunday morning.


actually, it was really wednesday afternoon. she was sitting in her room. breeze coming through the window. dog rolling around in her bed. happy. it was just one of those moments where she took the time to stop and think. the good kind of thinking though. not the kind that gets her all confused. life is good. wait, no. amazing. yeah, the good kind.

what got her into this mood, you ask? well, it might have been the sound of her mom listening to maroon 5 in the living room and having it slip sweetly through the cracks into her own room. it might have been the fact that she could be getting a new puppy on friday. i might have been the anticipation for an exciting weekend. it might have been the satisfying feeling of not being behind in summer homework. it might have been realizing that this is probably one of the funnest summers she's had so far. i might have been because, well...

just cause.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

the little things.

"Christine Parker" (12:26:30 PM): ATHENA!!!!!!!!!
"Christine Parker" (12:26:35 PM): I was looking for someone to IM.
"Christine Parker" (12:26:39 PM): And I thought... DUDE.
"Christine Parker" (12:26:42 PM): I need Athena :]

on a scale of 1 - 10.... i have amazing friends.

(p.s. christina, if you get a chance to read this, I MISS YOUUUU! come home. now. thanks. chop chop!)

Thursday, July 17, 2008

what matters.


i do not care what car you drive or where you live. if you know someone who knows someone who knows someone. if your clothes are this year's cutting edge. if your trust fund is unlimited. if you are A-list or B-list or never heard of you list. i only care about the words that flutter from your mind. they are the only thing you truly own. the only thing i will remember you by. i will not fall in love with your bones and skin. i will not fall in love with the places you have been. i will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.

i am.


i am strong because i am weak. i am beautiful because i know my flaws. i am a lover because i am a fighter. i am fearless because i have been afraid. i am wise because i have been foolish. and i can laugh because i have known sadness.

all or nothing.

i must be dreaming.

"tell me that you love me and it'll be alright.
are you thinking of me?
just come with me tonight.
you know i need you.
just like you need me.
can't stop, won't stop, i must be dreaming.
can't stop, won't stop, i must be dreaming..."

mixed up.


lately, i've been a little confused. i've been mixing up my dreams with reality and reality with my dreams. i dream and think it actually happened later on in the day. then i realize it was all in my head. somewhat disappointing since i liked what happened in my dream, but what can you do. but then i do things in real life and think about it later on and wonder if i had just dreamt it. sometimes it's hard to know what to believe when you're mind keeps playing tricks on you.

but it's just the heat. i swear it's just the heat.