beachtastic sawfshots

inspired to strive v. fall out for a lie

Outside View pulled from a Lapse of Time

Changing to be perfect is too un- natural ... genuine generativity through a true person is real.

When I grow up... I want to be an amazing advertiser.

http://uaddit.com/discussions/showthread.php?t=642

im all visual.

Property of _________.

At the end of the day, all you have is yourself. Keep that in mind.

As human beings, we find different ways in life to give our lives purpose. We give back, stay active, and join organizations, jobs, and clubs to keep ourselves well-rounded people. In that process, it is key to know and understand that Being a person connotates having values, beliefs, and a sense of personal perspective on Everything. And of course, sometimes the processes of life doesn't always hand us our dream job and picture perfect club to belong to. There will be times, however, wherein we do things "just for the mortgage" (Thank You for Smoking) without any other incentive than that. Considering that, we must be careful and sensitive to the fact that sometimes when life shifts, we lose ourselves. So no matter where you go, who you associate yourselves with, or what you end up doing in long run of life, we must stay true to who we really are. And it is understandable, that we are always on the journey to find out exactly who we are, but we all have a foundation, base, character, and personality that should always stay with us no matter what. My purpose isn't to downplay any groups of friends, pretigious non-profit organizations, or high paying executive jobs, it is to remind everyone to still be people: to have feelings, be vulnerable, be unsure, but to be whoever we are minus the titles, minus the popular posse, and minus the wealth. We're made to be different, and it IS our job to interact with the universe and participate in its activities, but never give yourself away to something that requires you to change, to be tweaked, or to live in a different skin. We change for ourselves and ourselves only ...because we belong to us.

ps image is really random and irrelevant.

.No Vacancy.

There is only room for innovation and creativity to breathe. So fuck the norm, forget conformity, and quit bullshittin'. We come in different colors for a reason... and it's not to be color coded.

simply A Beautiful Beginning.

I'd like to think that the way I carry myself reflects the person I really am. I always care and think of the long run, make sure I'm at my best (or at least warn people when I am at my worst), dress appropriately, speak eloquently of what I know, and am enthusiastic to learn everything that I do not. I've been called a "mother" by many people for this reason: I LIVE to stimulate life and remind as many people as I can that there's always a life worth living. I take care of people, dress them up, tell them the beautiful side of a horrifying story, and remind everyone that they are always loved to prove that their existence in this world makes a difference (and a great difference in my life mind that.) Today, September 25,2008 at 12:15pm I opened this letter:

The Delta Sigma chapter of the Co-Ed, International, Business Professional Fraternity, DELTA SIGMA PI, extended a bid to me as a result of my "commitment to business studies,and professionalism". My person has paid off; the "bros" of DSP are giving me a chance not to be a brother of Delta Sigma Pi, but to be me, to be my person and have an international business fraternity by my side to support me, inspire me, and help me live that better life. HARD WORK PAYS OFF and eventually gives you that chance to continue your life with a new BEAUTIFUL BEGINNING.

FIN

SCREAMING FOR LIFE

hell week.

i dont want to talk.

i dont want to breathe.

but i want to get through this.

fyi: be the friend that you need in your life, and they'll come to you

I wish I could stare at Art all day...

ART IS MY THERAPY AND DRUG.

Full Plate

What's in a week?

1. study guide 4 chapters International Business

2. study guide 3 chapters Accounting

3. INBA & ACCT midterms #1

4. Rush week Delta Sigma Pi (business frat)

5. Get battery fixed for Carlitos

6. Birthday dindin for Carissa- Lala's + bboy status party

7. HW HW HW

8. Get started on Architecture/MRKT/Tour "life or death" project

9. recover from Nocturnal

10. Groceries

11. Clean apt again and again and again

12. Eat

13. Sleep

14. Breathe

15. Stay Alive

beh weev in majik

"Those that believe in others, inspire others to believe in them." (unknown)

dress your life up

I go to class in sweats, sometimes. Philosophy 7-9pm was another story: senior girl at LMU had to take it to another level. Amidst all the preppy, eclectic, artsy, hippie, athletic, and ghetto kids at LMU, I don't mind the stylistic diversity that roams around me. But let me tell you, this bitch, no this bitch decided to stumble into class approx 14 minutes late, in straight up boxers, this dirty hoody she wears every time with her hood still on, house slippers, coffee in her hand, and a ripped piece of notebook paper brought especially for notes. She then just has to make it more awkward when she cuts off the teacher by raising her hand and blurting out, "Is that gonna be on the test?" Like dub tee eff! She just another person that takes the phrase "I don't give a fuck to a whole other level". And honestly, I bum it A LOT of times... but I never let it bring down my life. So its not about wearing that one of a kind dress from Italy, glidding around campus in your Christian Louboutins, or swinging around your LV oversized tote..... it's about still caring about your life, and living through your attitude. Which means: we can bum it when we oversleep, pass on the make-up on lazy sundays, and definitely forget the primping on finals week, but dress up once in a while, so you can remember to pamper yourself  because you deserve it, because you're still alive and still care about who you are and because you know that you're the baddest bitch.

Not for them. For YOU.

who are you?

sometimes all you need is that one push off the cliff....

...to find out you can fly.

better

and

stronger.

                         

I went to church after not going the entire summer and it made me think:

Do I have to ask God to come back into my life, or was he always there?

and I looked back at my summer and couldn't help but feel blessed. I'm on the right track, I've been ridiculous happy, and still feel Him right there beside me. He was there.

Scripture says Jesus said "who do you say I am"... but who do people say I am, or you are?

What I hope is that I am still me, that people see my genuinity, my honesty, and care even when I do bullshit sometimes... I am me no matter what. I am still that little girl.

simply healthy love at its finest.

simply happy.

simply comforted.

simply trusted.

simply fun.

simply us.

It's the simple things that keep you here with me; we're high on that Healthy Love.

wake up

im ready... just bring it on already.

the sunset. simply happy.

nite nite, sleep tight

The Foetus (41%):
Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at heart. They may be shy when they first meet somebody, but soon relax. Mostly women.
Log (15%):
Lying on your side with both arms down by your side. These sleepers are easy going, social people who like being part of the in-crowd, and who are trusting of strangers. However, they may be gullible.
The yearner (13%):
People who sleep on their side with both arms out in front are said to have an open nature, but can be suspicious, cynical. They are slow to make up their minds, but once they have taken a decision, they are unlikely ever to change it.
Soldier (8%):
Lying on your back with both arms pinned to your sides. People who sleep in this position are generally quiet and reserved. They don't like a fuss, but set themselves and others high standards.
Freefall (7%):
Lying on your front with your hands around the pillow, and your head turned to one side. Often gregarious and brash people, but can be nervy and thin-skinned underneath, and don't like criticism, or extreme situations.
Starfish (5%):
Lying on your back with both arms up around the pillow. These sleepers make good friends because they are always ready to listen to others, and offer help when needed. They generally don't like to be the centre of attention.

dear creepers...

Against the Pressure

Ice Skating, fencing, boxing, tennis, and gymnastics... Individual Sports... enough said. All alone you and the game, no one else to depend on but you. Five days a week, six hours a day, thirty minute warm up, four routines/ four events, one hour conditioning, half an hour stretch, three water breaks, and eight years of joy, sweat, and blood between me and the game. The pressure was so intense I can see my heart beat through the shiny leotard, feel my stomach clench into a rock, and hear my nerves rattle until a tear sheds. When it's just you and the game, it engulfs your life... not that you don't have the time to yourself, but when you're all alone you can't help but think, breathe, and sweat gymnastics. South Bay Gymnastics was my home, Chris, Jerry, and Paola were my parents and heroes, and gymnastics was my drug for life. Seven levels passed, one state competition, one pinch nerve, five hundred blisters, one broken elbow and wrist, fifty moments of defeat, a hundred of glory, and five years later, I live no regrets.... just memories of pride.

butterfly heart beats.

Provi kids....

it's been a while, but i still remember... every moment.       green<3

rachel, ryan, steven, phillip, jason, jeric, (daniel)

(photos coming soon)

poema.... kind of

i convince myself
that things wont work out
because i never see myself through the wall thats never down
it protects me from what im afraid of
what i don't know, and what I don't want to see
but what it keeps me from is what i look for:
the real me truly being happy

So i live my sheltered life, i stay with what i know
ill keep myself distanced, never let this story show
with all the same friends, people, relationships
without the person i wanna spend my life with
.......

but when that day comes
the day i decide to climb, jump, and risk it all
he'll be right under me waiting...
with his open arms, ready to break my fall.

thankful.

Sometimes you meet people and something "clicks". They're as comfortable as the cold side of the pillow, as refreshing as febreze after a smoke, and as sweet as getting flowers just because its wednesday. They are so amazing in the simplest ways. And this is my story: "Angels" like that rarely show up in my life.... so when they do come across my path, I can't help but hold on; hold on so tight that they never cross a lovers path. They are too amazing to be anything else than friends that keep me comforted, keep me smiling with my heart, and
keep me high on that healthy love.

TRUE FRIENDS

TRUE FRIENDS dance so hard that they run into sticky fly traps, get flies in their hair, make u laugh so hard until you fall, and convince you to pick the dead flies out.... just to make your day and make that "healthy love even better"

ps ....... TRUE FRIENDS also send you a text about the same person, about the same thing, on the same minute. (right page, right paragraph, right word, right period)

Drained....

9 questions. 22 paragraphs. 5 hours

until the breakdown... wayyyy kuwawa

detached....

sometimes we detach ourselves.... but NOW'S the time to reattach to our emotions.

don't deny.

talk is cheap....

Due to the increasing rapid rate of text messages, aim, and comments... talk is Dead and has resulted in a number of awkward moments, brain farts, and speech disorders.

Sweet Talking, real deal arguing, and deep conversations has turned into text winks, updated status fights, and bonding over blogs.

Be real and have the courage to speak. Pick up the phone and dial. ; )

Interstate 10 - exit Arlington Ave.

Passing the Arlington exit on the I10 made my heart drop. 

best friends for 8 years. and now, i dont even know the guy.

.... all over one girl.

i pray that it was worth it.

<3

Beg me for Mercy

ii <3 Hip Hop

"It makes me feel so small and irrelevant, it takes the edge off the sting of everyday"

The Decision to Decide.

"People take the phrase I Don't Give a Fuck to a whole other level"

Breakfast with the boys...

"If you think about it.... we went to the Philippines and back in one day"
Kev. D.J. Chris. Mon. Derrek .... <3.
Breakfast: Spicy Vinegar. Oil with a side of Tocino. Bangus. Rice. Egg. and a Smooth. yum.

get it right . =>

The Reconquest of Cool

"Thus began a two-step dance of authentic cool and fake, commercialized cool. As Thomas Frank explains in his 1997 book, The Conquest of Cool, bit by bit cool “became central to the way capitalism understood itself and explained itself to the public.” In one of the most stunning cultural coups d’état ever, ad agency gurus figured out “how to construct cultural machines that transform alienation and despair into consent.”

Forget about treating the symptoms. Forget about the hedgemaze of identity politics. Break away from the glorious equality and social justice battles of the past. Instead, liberate yourself from the capitalist mindfuck. Learn to live without dead time. Start generating authentic cool from the bottom up again. The rest will follow." (adbusters)

the plastics

It's one thing to lie in front of friends.... it's another thing to lie about yourself in front of yourself to your friends. Quit being ashamed of your real self and own up to what you have (even if it's not that much = / ) . It's so amazing what lengths people would go to be the center of attention. Well not as amazing as it is funny and pathetic. After highschool, begins a new life.... but I think that when people lose hope, and find themselves going nowhere, they stay where they know: comfortable in the drama of tween years. As sad as it is, I did waste 5 minutes of my life blogging about this, but it's a good way to let people know that there's more than air up there. Get a real life and shake off the plastic, because no one plays with toys anymore. If you don't think it's anyone's business, don't publish it. oh the simple things that people can't figure out!.... it just makes me giggle.

You know you love me...
xoxo Gossip Girl

grow up. own up. dont fuck up

Life isn't simple, so there's no need to make it any more complicated. Fate takes care of where we are headed, so stop detouring!

Task 1: GROW UP
Get job, get out and chill with your friends, self improve. As easy as it sounds growing up may be a teed bit hard for a toys-r-us kid. No one's going to persecute you for playing Halo or Rock Band once in a while, but stop being a mama's boy and daddy's little spoiled bitch. God gave us two legs to stand on..... so stand up already! Let's think of this in the self centered point of view: The more you mature and put the Legos down, the more control you have on yourself.... and eventually..... other people..... (and maybe the rest of the world =] ). So do yourself a favor and donate to the Charity of Homeless Jobless Dramafull Assholes of America.

Task 2: OWN UP
Shhhhiiiiiitttttt if you're gonna be a bad ass bitch or rich pimp put on a crown, get your face on a billboard, and own up to that shit. If you're gonna be bad, at least be bad ass. That's right I said it.... shout your soul out. No one said we have the obligation to make people giggle and tickle bunnies til they shit glitter, so don't feel like you need to be anyone but yourself. Because I think the worst thing to do is lie about yourself in front of yourself.... that's like just as bad as covering all your mirrors, getting an anime haircut, and taking myspace pictures in a corner with the camera tilted down to emphasize your emo haircut with one eye. Own up to who you are, you have the right to be you, because on my clock it says its about time for us to start living life proudly. Its ticking loud and it's only gonna tick for about another 60 years. Own it and shout it out.

Task 3: Don't Fuck UP !
"simply" said.... don't fuck up. We're allowed to live on the edge, almost cross the line, play with fire, but don't jump into the burning bush, swim into a shark's mouth, or sell your soul to the devil. Stop acting on impulses, adrenaline, and your hormones. Breathe and give your head a quick slap, and wake up. ITS NOT WORTH IT! We're placed in the greater Los Angeles area for a greater fate, we weren't placed here to shoot up drugs in our veins, get sent to jail, contract STDs, drop out of school, or kill ourselves. We're here to self improve while improving the world around us. As hard as it is to admit, it's not all about the high, the infatuation, the rush.... it's about us being us, not for a moment, but for our entire lives.

life inside the box... (bowerbird)

Still dreaming of 65 =>

if i could have any car.... "Mercedes is developing another super car in conjunction with McLaren. At the moment Mercedes produces the 612-bhp SL65 AMG on the one hand and the 626-bhp SLR on the other. Although there is no significant difference in performance Mercedes is developing the mini-SLR to join the current SLR at the top of its range. The mini SLR would sport a newly developed 5-litre V8 performing some 400 bhp, and due to its light-weight the mini SLR will reach top-speeds of beyond the latest SL65 and will outrun the SL65 from 0 to 100 km/h. The mini SLR would be marketed as a super car like the SLR rather than a performance roadster like the SL65. Please not the image above is just a mock up and is not official." prototype mad way back in 06'

it's about time....

This is a formal apology to my friends who should be my number one. You are the people who keep me happy, busy, and make me laugh.... I love you guys. And there shouldn't be a person, more a like a boy, to ruin my time with you. As much as I would like to work it out with him, it wont happen, at least not RIGHT NOW. And I really think that people should reconsider what really is healthy in your lives. Because they're are people put on this earth that were meant to make you happy.... It really does take a chunk of courage out of me to say that it is embarrassing to answer your phone calls, to fight with you, and make people stare. I love you to death, but NOW'S not the time. I'm here right now to have fun, to play, and to have someone else on my mind besides you. No drama, no crazy phone calls, or texts from singapore.... just me.

The Happiness Equation (nineteen minutes)

reality
_______ = HAPPINESS
expectations

"Why hadn't he realized this before? Everyone knew that if you divided reality by expectation, you got a happiness quotient. But when you inverted the equation- expectation divided by reality- you didn't get the opposite of happiness. What you got, Lewis realized, was hope. Pure logic: Assuming reality was constant, expectation had to be greater than reality to create optimism.

Lewis stepped back from the blackboard, surveying his handiwork. Someone who was happy would have little need to hope for change. But, conversely, an optimistic person was that way because he wanted to believe in something better than his reality."

I effing love this book.

messages in the sand.

message to self

• I love you, I care about you, I will always be there for you. Keep trying because"life doesn't put anything in front of you that you can't handle". Everything will change: your friends, your family, your love, your future. It's up to you if you want to spend each second guessing yourself or staying happy. But you will always be you because I am here to stay.
  

message number one

• It's funny because I was playing the same game, just last year. To tell you the truth, the fuss that me and you see probably shouldn't be stressing you out. Whatever you went through has already happened, and is far within our reach. It's history, it's past, but definitely not a time to forget. The present is what you have right now, and what you have complete control over. You know? It's fun. The chase. Probably the best part of any kind of friendship. And I had fun. I don't know you, and I'm not here with a solution, but just support. Because I really do care about others, you know the big picture. Not the little picture with just me in it. I've been homeless, broke, sad to the verge of insanity, called a bitch, a homewrecker, a shame to everyone and everything. Don't be scared because you don't know where all of this is headed, but trust yourself that you're going to lead yourself to your right place. I understand to a certain extent. More specifically, I'm here to say chasing comfort gets you nowhere if you look in more than one place. Everyone needs that person they can confide in, cuddle with, and be totally bare with their soul. And you gotta look hard. Spend honest time in one direction. "If we don't change the direction we are headed, we will end up where we are going." And if you look aimlessly you move nowhere, but in a circle. Let me be the one to tell you that everything that goes on in this little group of friends gets around. And not because they like drama but because they choose their friends to confide in rather than lovers. And I think that's something to learn from. The "realer" you are with people, the more genuine they become (and I think thats something that we all look for.) I haven't met someone as nice as you in a long time, and I got a little star struck. I thought about the situation and something wasn't right; I could see right through you, but I didn't wanna turn around and look. I'm sure there's way more to you. I just wish I didn't make things so awkward. You shouldn't have winked twice at friends. Ones the limit. But I will admit, I instigated, and I apologize. I just hope you can get back to who you were, whoever that was. But I am thankful that bc of this I have the control over myself to not fall for anyone who doesn't know me... this is why stopped going that way: because I am too thankful for all those who took the genuine time to love who I am and embrace that. Those are real people, and because I did the right thing, I hope you get the chance to be the real you too. and I look forward to meeting you later.
  

message number two:

• I need to have time to recuperate, for myself, regardless if I'm being selfish or not I need to recuperate. What you do to me isn't fair; not to me, but to us. We're not going to move if we're both afraid. And until then, I can't help but do what I always do for you, wait.
  

message number three:

• My bestfriends will always be best to me, but it's those who keep me busy away from troubles, those who keep me laughing, those who have inside jokes with me, who make my day and keep me smiling. It's so fucking fun being around you guys whether is partying and dancing our hearts out, or sitting at a kickback texting each other. I love it, what can I say. I hope that we take time once in a while to be thankful for the simple things, all the little things, that keep us together every night.
  

it wasn't about you.

it was one second

not 5 hours. 

its always fun playing games

and sometimes we shoot the black ball in and lose

but the game always ends

it wasn't about you

it was about the fun in the game.

i had fun. now we can be friends. not opponents.

just play with me.

heart - in - a - box

I feel like we leave our hearts in open boxes.
the brave ones stand proud and wear them on their sleeves
but for most they're in open boxes
they're never out in the open
never in human hands
just in an open box to show everyone that you're alive
its in a box that protects it and never lets it get hurt
but when we do decide to love someone
we hand them our hearts
we risk it getting dropped, damaged, hurt
what they do with it is up to them
but all we seem to do is watch them play with it
we trust them
but when they do decide to return it
it's damaged
but the thing about the heart is
it gets stronger every time
and always has its box.

I think i've learned to wear my heart on my sleeve.
I trust me.
I don't need a box.

the no picture post

"When there's something you really want, fish for it. Don't give up no matter how hopeless it seems. And when you've lost hope, ask yourself if you're going to wish you gave it just one more shot. Because the best things in life don't come free."

One Wholesome Breakfast July 14,2008

my great recuperating breakfast:

1. apple

2. water

3. pepto

4. amoxicillin

5. motrin

mmmm.....yummy in my tummy

yo, real talk, im scared....





..... of a lot of things (kuwawa face)

Froggies & RedRum

choot por da stars ! (the guy next to me at a bball game)

let music take you away.

it's my life and it's got my name on it, baby.

disclaimer: the panda bear's random. really random. thanx fran.
com·pli·ca·tion [kom-pli-key-shuhn]
noun.
1. something that introduces, usually unexpectedly, some difficulty, problem, change, etc.
... wouldn't this just be life in general? I'd like to think that things come about in my life out of my control, placing no blame on me. But I can't help to think that my life is a series of events that were a result of one action, one second, one word, or one moment that happened a long long time ago. Like do you hurt and hate guys now because that one kid in grade school took your sandwich, or do you get butterflies easily because peek-a-boo and surprises were your favorite when you were little...I just dont understand how I can smile so big at a text message.... If anyone decides to read this I apologize in advance for all the scattered thoughts. I usually prefer direction, but this was an impulse post..... Id like to believe in spontaneous romance, natural disasters, and short encounters with important people in your life, but I feel like were all here because we want to be in the positions were in right now. There aren't people in our lives that were put on this earth to make us feel bad, and there aren't people that miraculously click with, we bring about our lives and create what we want to feel (drama, laughter, love)regardless of what our fairytale vision is. I mean, right now, I like it, I like that i'm okay with what I created.

keeping touch.

"look at the moon b/c i will too"

-brett freeland

and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

i've been dreamin' with a broken heart... wake me up and hand me the scotch tape.

Nineteen Minutes- Jodi Picoult

"Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault- that if you'd tried better, or worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstances?

I know people who'll hear about the people who died, and will say it was God's will. I know people who'll say it was bad luck. And then there's my personal favorite: They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." (from a crazy good book: Nineteen Minutes"

"If we don't change the direction we are headed,
we will end up where we are going." -Chinese Proverb

Well since I don't feel like blah'ing about this new awesome book I picked up, I'll just nag about something else, just like everyone else does in their blogs: People shouldn't sulk, sulking is a made up word to excuse people to make themselves feel bad. When something bad happens we grieve, which appropriately should last for a day, a week max. After that no matter how bad the situation is, life goes on, regardless if you want it too or not.

I really didn't want this post to be emo, the quote just made me wonder: Are most people dissatisfied with their lives because they set themselves up, or does America just dream too much.

there are nice people in L.A.

So today I decided to do the Hollywood thing: be a health freak, jog two miles, grab the latest new york times bestselling fiction, have a protein smoothie with all the veggies you need, and run into a bunch of conceded anorexic bitches in their designer shades, shoes, and bags. Before I left to run the streets of Hollywood I anticipated to see about 40 immigrant perverts, 30 crazy bums, 20 teen perves from the fox hills mall, 20 hype beasts, 10 possible psycho killers and rapists, and about 500 road raged/rude pedestrian los angeles usuals walking and driving along la brea, hollywood blvd., vine st, and highland ave. I was ready to keep my pace up to avoid all of these hollywoodians and run pass them as I stay in my own zone. I went a block on Willoughby Ave. and as I was warming up I couldn't help but notice someone on a bike looking over to catch my attention, I was expecting a "hey baby, I'd like a piece of that ass", but surprisingly, I got a sweet, "hey, hope you have a nice day". I looked back in estrangement and smirked to myself. As my trip went on I continued to run as fast as my asthma let me, and then another two guys gave me the most genuine and sentimental "hello (I have no interest in imagining  you naked at the moment)". So at that point, I decided to walk. I loved it....it was actually the most calming and enjoyable walk I've had in a long time. And to change my perspective: there ARE nice people in LA. Don't be afraid, take a walk.

or maybe it was the spandex.

A Higher Thought

Get excited, get bored, drink, have a heart-to-heart, and had a joint. You would think people who are under the influence stop being their selves and all of a sudden become irrational, but truth is there's more freedom; freedom to think, act, and do.

Yesterday we celebrated my cousins birthday for the second day in a row and held a nice "kick back" at the Roosevelt Hotel in Hollywood. Had a fun time with laughs, shots, and weed, but I started to think about the so called, "crazy things" I say when im high: First off I finally remembered this guy's name after meeting him about four times (Mr. Joey Las Pinas P.T.H.), who ended up being a pretty cool person. The first 5 minutes of convo were pretty normal, but let the weed sink all the way in and turn and all I could think about were ghosts, slanging drugs, getting people and "floors" to be nice to you, how to scratch bug bites, and someone named Francine talking to someone in Hong Kong. And as ridiculous as it sounds, I wouldn't be happier than doing anything else. So opposed to being under the influence, I saw it more as "being released". yay kush.

                                                                    life's good. smile. and get high.

birthday cakes

ii love biirthdays. It giives me an excuse to be a spoiIled biitch for about 24 hours. Oh and another thiing: biirthdays come with biirthday cakes (yay diiabetes) and an excuse to go all out. So my questiion is this: are biirthdays a CELEBRATION for your famiily and friiends to celebrate the day you were given a fate to die, to eat, siing, and driink to another year closer to your end? or an EXCUSE to do everythiing to the fullest for 24 hours to celebrate your possiibiiliity to stiill be on thiis earth? If we do deciide our biirthdays to be EXCUSES to liive liife out, shouldn't everyday be a biirthday? 

                                                                               get out. party. eat cake

                                                                               happy biirthday cousin !

facebook is crack

write on my wall.......

                                                                     everyone's doing it.

facebook stalkers: stop creeping.

ICE PAN IS THE MAN

ICE PAN is my new crack. ICE PAN currently located in west hollywood and redondo beach, is the new hot place to get the cold stuff. They have green tea, yogurt, coffee, mango, banana, strawberry, and chocolate flavors. You pick your milk from soy, whole, low fat, and FAT FREE ! gotta love it for the skinny girls. Amazing combinations: Green Tea Ice Cream made with Soy Milk and coconut and chocolate chip toppings, Mango Ice Cream made with Low Fat Milk and raspberry and marshmallow toppings.

Today's Overcast

It's been over a hundred degrees for about a week or so, but lovely hump day decides to go over cast. I start off the day with a bad trip to the dentist, getting dropped from a class, countless arguments, and every reason to start questioning the quality of my relationships in life. I turned emo. Then I look out the window and let the whole day play and replay through my mind. It wasn't the worst day of my life, and it's only like 6pm, so there's a whole lot more time to make things better. I mean life can't stay sweet or else we'll never really know what sweet is. So when you think all has gone bad, let the overcast shine you a new white light.......

song: “runaway”

why do we always have something to runaway to? our work, our home, music, significant others? why can't we stand our own lives? what's the point of dreaming, hoping, and fantasizing, if we never have the intention to leave our bullshit lives and do what we want to do? eat, sleep, drink, sex, party, work, rest die. WE boast our freedom, but is it really ours if we've never touched it.....