spring quarter = new beginnings = final stretch

Spring! Change is in the air (wait, didn't "change" come when Obama was elected? lol)

I love this time of the year, especially because of the weather. There's just something about the sunshine that makes me so happy (i feel kinda bad saying that though, because one of my coworkers adores the gloomy weather and thats when i tend to be all sad and mopey:( )

I'm so happy & optimistic for this quarter! Beautiful weather, new beginnings, and the last quarter of my junior year. Usually, I don't like to do the countdown to the end of the school year, but this quarter I still have school, my Apple internship, my ICC job, choreographing, and tutoring and I have to admit, it's kinda wearing me down

I can tell things are going to change. Really. For example, I've blogged more times this freakin WEEK than I did last quarter!


<3


"Touch the sky" - Kanye West

to all my homies looking

...for that significant other.

a common theme has been popping up among my friends, and it's that they are out looking for someone. some maybe be phobic to the idea of a relationship, but regardless they want someone special. and i thought it was a bit ironic to "want someone" yet not make it official, and it got me to thinking...

individuals can fool themselves into thinking that "we don't want a relationship," but the reality is that we're just afraid to commit and invest so much into a person just to... get hurt. all over again. We all want someone special though, someone to call our own, but we just don't want to get hurt. and no one likes to hear this, but time heals all. maybe you're thinking "but i don't want to have to invest in someone all over again," but when you're ready, you WILL want to invest all over again.

It all points to one of the basic tenets of liking someone: fear of rejection

"all good" by mo thugs

If I told you once

Then I told you twice

That you got to get to know me

There's more to relationships

Than jumping in the sheets

noodles for college students only

im special enough for my mom's noodles :P

okay so story time!

the summer i turned 16 (or was it 15? shiet. it was the time i went to santa cruz with all my girls! yeayuhh) was tumultuous, to say the least :\ anyhoo, i just wanted a nice & quiet day away from my parents, and to my surprise, my mom cooked breakfast on my birthday! i know, it was my birthday, but i knew she had more important plans that day (i know that sounds mean lol, but i understood) and i was really touched. so im in the van with my sister and my friends and i excitedly tell them "you guys! my mom made me breakfast! prolly cuz its my birthday and all" and my friend lisa says "my mom only does that when my sister comes home from college" and i turn to my sister to talk to her and realize "oh. that's prolly why my mom made breakfast. not because its my birthday but because my sister is home from college [insert FML]."

so here's a bit more history about myself: my sister and i are 10 years apart, but sometimes i feel like my experience growing up was waay different from hers. one of the trippiest things that i had to deal with ever since going away to college was the fact that my parents just didnt cook anymore [sad face]. however, with this economy and in an attempt to save money, my mom started cooking again! so i went home two days ago, and my mom made some amazing food, which included some hella bomb noodles and then a lightbulb went off and i realized ::gasp:: "my mom made those special noodles!"

okay so this blog entry is pretty much an ode to my mother's cooking/noodles. i feel hella bad because i never really appreciated them before cuz im more of a meat and/or fried carbs kinda girl (i mean, HELLLOOOO look at my ass) but this is why i love them:

- my mom only cooks them on special occasions (i.e. holidays and birthdays, so the fact that she did it when i was home was uber awesome)

- these noodles are the epitome of yummyness from a honest-to-goodness homemade meal. z0mg for fresh filipino food!

- these are not just any noodles. they are composed of big yellow noodles (okay, so i dont know the right name, so sue me bitch), and small white clear noodles, snap peas, carrots, sliced boiled eggs, and onions. theyre a bit bland, but when you add some garlic salt and/or fish sauce - Z0MG

i miss my mom's cooking :(

side note - my mother lovingly reminded me that i was skinnier in high school aka im chunky now. thanks mom.

im a shitty writer

aaaand im procrastinating from studying for my last final.

so, i cant write essays for shizz. but the ones im REALLY interested turn out really well. and then there's the blog that i manage at work. i guess that counts as writing...

trip down memory lane. whee!

i was lazy and fat the summer before 6th grade. go figure haha
my sister was disgusted i think and did something about it; she put me to work. she made me do a book report every week, so instead of being on the computer all day or watching tv, i actually had to drag my chubby ass to the library, get hella books, read them, and actually write about them. and she graded them, too!

at first i was mad, but i tried hard not to show it because otherwise she wouldve beat me haha... no really, she wouldve beat me

so finally 6th grade rolls around. im still chubby :( anyhoo, I remember my teacher was Mrs. Hartinger and man, she was effin TOUGH. and she HELLA made us write. and looking back on it, on all the writing assignments we had, my lowest grade was a B+ which was the only one I got (which meant that the rest were A's and A-'s... and trust me, that NEVER happens).

thanks Ate :)
thank you for making me write, and thank you for attempting to foster an appreciation toward reading in me


[WARNING: little sister moment!]

Thank you for the times you used my fingers to pick your nose... NOT.
And thanks for the time you said "give me your hand" and i stupidly did and you ended up cracking my knuckles for the first time and it really really hurt and i started whining and crying and i think mom started to get mad. the end.

okay back to studying :(