I have a tendency, to calling someone “mine” too premature in a relationship. In fact, it is not JUST about a boy, but a “homie”, “my girl” or “family”. I’ve caught myself getting too involved; and wanting to rush an affair that should only grow with time. I rush the process, hoping to achieve this vision in my head- what I hope we could become to be.
But this nugget of wisdom that I received, told me to step back. The obvious case is: sometimes, we fear the option of losing, so we force something for our gain.
A gain, NOT mutual in understanding. Then, the confusion arises. The trouble has come; with the internal conflict of “what happened?”, appears. While it’s true that some relationships dont work out, and the confusion vanishes, with the coming of the new. I’ve learned this: I know “we” are young, but I want THIS to grow with time.
but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what you’ve just said. They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash, but they don’t forget how to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful because they’re busy remembering the important things.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little under appreciated from a lot of people. As much as I would like to rant on about my life’s “troubles”, there is no one more reliable to look up to when it comes to situations like these but myself. Of course, I need the mental boost and the encouraging words from other people, but when it comes down to it: it’s me.
One thing I learned today from my commute, appreciate yourself first. Because, although it would be nice to be appreciated by the work you’ve done for other people, it’s always best to appreciate the things you do for yourself.
Glad to say, I’m merging into the right lane. Slowing my pace for other people and keeping my mind on the road.
The thought process working, as you lay your pen against the paper. Where the first word is the seed; and, as your imagination grows, only puts emphasis that the once white paper came from a tree. A tree, whose roots reach a deeper meaning- as you embellish and create a piece more beautiful than the elements that made it.
Just recently, I’ve realized how being a genuinely nice person has many rewards. Sometimes it takes not only courage to show an act of kindness, but it also takes effort. Effort takes energy that certain people don’t want to waste. I was conversing with a friend who lost faith in the world, and how its led him to believe in the demise of human beings. The selfish mindset spoke to me, “why should I care about people if all they care is about themselves, and their wellbeing on the road to THEIR riches and not mine? Just because one person cares doesn’t mean it will change the world, people will stay money motivated and life goes on.”
My answer to that— I believe that I have enough power within myself that I can change the world. Just cause the current flow of selfish mindsets lives in people, doesn’t mean that the whole world feels the same way. Yeah, I understand a majority of people lost hope but there are people who still want to keep fighting for the greater good… because IT EXISTS!
For as long as I could remember, I’ve based my sometimes reckless, but memorable, decision-making on the quote “Carpe diem”- I figured people should stop complaining on situations that they do have control of and seize the day. Since I’ve turned 18, I’ve taken the responsibility to be more outspoken and take in the power that I have as an individual. Whether or not you believe 18 is such an important number, in America, is it. As an 18 year old, you have all the rights of an adult except the ability to drink alcohol. With freedom, comes great responsibility. See, although you may be living with your parents and you have the same rights as you did as your 17 year old self did, the government and your community sees you different.
Good bye to all the people that once spoon fed you, cause this is your reality check. “In life there are three types of people: 1. people who are making a difference 2. the one who watch people making things happen 3. and the people who say ‘What happened?” How do you see yourself in life? For sure, I would not want to take my ability as an individual for granted, while the rest of the world struggles over power.
I vaguely remember driving to Tracy, and having the most distasteful conversation about the level of happiness couples who choose to or choose not to have children. Keep in mind, the couple I was with had a child at an early age, so you can detect a hint of bias.
My friend clearly states (with an index finger pointed to the air), “people who do not have children are not going to be happy”. I remember thinking about a cousin who, with his girlfriend, chose the life of having pets to compensate for the lack of kids in their home. Does that make them a little less human? Does that make their choice to not have children, forever in debt them to live a disdainful life? I think not.
Although, it is true that having children brings a certain type of joy in one’s life, it does not prove true for everybody. The reason why my cousin and his girlfriend are choosing not to have children is not an egotistical one. In fact, the reason why they do not want to have children shows how loving they are as a couple. They are choosing not to have children because they fear that they are not financially able to raise a family. Yes, it holds true, that a certain number has overcome that obstacle, but why look down on the people who do care about being well prepared for their offsprings?
But, I guess my opinion is invalid because I, myself, dont have children. I was just trying to make a point that a person’s happiness cannot be measured on another person’s scale.
I think it would be egotistical of a person to believe that the only good food is the food they grew up with. There’s nothing more I detest than a person who degrades certain cultures based on the food that they eat- especially vegetarians!
It would be disrespectful not to give vegetarians a big high five for committing to only eat vegetables, I mean after all, who does not like the occasional hamburger with a side of fries fried in cow fat? What I dont understand is the audacity that certain people have when it comes to making people feel a little less than great based on the food they eat. No, it is not entertaining when you make faces of disgust or, not even close to flattering, when you make a face of disapproval.
While watching the Travel Network, I believe it was Anthony Bourdain who said something in the lines of how the food channel gives light to trying many different delicacies. After all, different parts of the world dont have certain animals to feast on, so they make do with what they have—and having a meal in front of you is a luxury in itself.
Now leave me be, and let me eat my maiz con queso ice cream!
It’s crazy how your words have done a good job at entangling me to this idea of yours. “We’ll live together in San Francisco, just you and me”.
Look, I know how crazy I seem, but maybe that’s what I am. Maybe those nights of my mind subconsciously turning it’s main thought towards you, isn’t a sign. And maybe my drive to not give up on you, and us, is nothing but a puppy chasing its tail. So where does that lead me? I honestly don’t know.
If anything, I feel more confused since our recent contact. I feel like it directed me to turn 180 and look at the path we once had, the path that I undeniably want. It’s as if the memories of the days where we spent together are trying to replay itself, adding unnecessary moments that we didn’t share, making the idea of you a little more sweet than it actually is. What we are, is how the saying goes, “the fruit taste better when stolen”. The idea of us is better stolen from the memories of the past, than the future-which doesn’t seem promising. Now, doesn’t that sound bittersweet?
I wonder if the insects that get electrocuted before hitting the night lamp feel the utmost joy before it’s death. They have this attraction to such a luminous object, that they will foolishly succumb to their end. It must be trancelike feeling so engrossed to the light, magnified 1000x more than necessary.
If you think about it, it’s a forbidden love. There isn’t, or there shouldn’t be, any intentions of hurting someone. But, past forward to the doomed couple, there’s more tears in the shower than actual water.
This may sound funny, but for this past year or so, I’ve been holding on to this hope-it’s minuscule, but highly effective. This hope led me to believe of the favored future, the one I was excited for, and, as much as I think highly of myself, i must confess, it’s led me feeling like a stone.
Imagine this glorious grey stone in a river soooo blue that the relfection of the sky only illuminates the trees greener with clarity. It lives the pleasant life with its radiating acceptance with the changing flow of the river, filled with excited energy. Now, don’t ebb away from the fact this stone knows it lives a full life, but like me, that stone has hope for its “favored future” in that specific spot.
Looking from the outside in, I would applaud at the striving energy for that pocket of hope, but I would also suggest that there might be different area in this massive river that HIGHLY fulfills it’s ambition there.
This in my one minute or so speech “about myself” that I made circa 2010 Junior Year in Mr. Cheli’s class.
Hello my name is Jezza Mei Orpia, and I am IN DEPENDENT. Not “she got her own thing, that’s why I love her Miss Independent”.
I’m in-dependent of my parents who has, is and will continue to provide me with all the necessities in life. I’m in-dependent of my cousins who are the ears when I need the comfort. I’m in-dependent of my brother who gives me words of wisdom when I need to listen. I’m in-dependent to the Lord Almighty who has given me the opportunity to wake up this morning.
But most importantly, I’m in-dependent of myself because in the end, I don’t need anyone to call me beautiful in the morning because I know I am.
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that means?
I took my time to write this, so I will not let it go to waste because yelp is being difficult at the moment.
As a person who uses Yelp to help satisfy my hunger, I don’t think many people would be as adventurous to trying new food places without this app! Yelp has definitely changed my perspective towards unfamiliar grounds, when it comes to the location, of such peculiar or quaint restaurants.
If more people were to actively use Yelp, we would have a more accurate review; instead of reading either the food fanatic or the very picky eater, whom I would have punched a million times in my head if I was their waitress, we would have more of an agreement. But keep in mind, each individual has a different palette, meaning each person has a unique sense of what food they crave for or food that they detest. Therefore, don’t believe everything you read.
I think the best topic that people can learn from is an experience people would be surprised to hear. whether it be family, friends or unheard of experiences that happened, it truly opens up people’s eyes. It kinda let’s people feel less vulnerable because they realize that other people have been in deeper situations, which, consequently, boosts their self esteem. Nobody wants to feel victimize of having such a tougher life compared to everybody, because then you would feel like an outcast- and, apparently, it’s socially looked down upon. But what people fail to realize, is that 1. Everybody has felt like an outcast once (and if you haven’t..you’re lying) 2. Being an outcast means that you willingly or unwillingly stood out for once- and now it’s a new crave to go against the norm! Wow!
My point is, there needs to be more honest people in the world
"And so their identical days and nights passed, days and nights in which adventure was just a word in a book or an image on the television that was always on, and whenever a door opened, they would say:
‘I’m not interested. I’m not in the mood’
How could they possibly know if they were in the mood or not if they never tried? But there was no point in asking, the truth was they were afraid of any change that would upset the world they had grown used to.”
This exert is from Zahir, by Paulo Coelho, probably best describes how I feel about certain people that I know. How frustrating, and inexplicably annoying to see how people declare in various social networks about how it is time to get a foot outside of the door (for once), yet succumbs to crawling back in their cave where the likelihood of new opportunities have long diminished. While they watch their chances ebb away into an area that may no longer be reached.
But from what I have learned, I am not responsible for the choices of others. Although, I would like to see them succeed and be the push they need to pursue new opportunities, I cannot be deluded from people’s actions- or should I say lack of actions- when it comes to my search. And although I would like to continue my rant of how ridiculously annoying a portion of humanity has become, I’m gleaning knowledge that there are just people I cannot understand, myself for one; so, in the words of Drake, fuck all y’all we ignore feelings here. I will no longer put more than *pinch thumb and index finger together* that much care to people’s choices.
"According to Plato: At the beginning of creation, men and women were not as they are now; there was one being, who was rather short, with a body and a neck, but his head had two faces, looking in different directions. It was as if two creatures had been glued back to back, with two sets of sex organs, four legs and four arms. The Greek god, however, were jealous, because this creature with four arms could work harder; with its two faces, it was always vigilant and could not be taken by surprise; and it's four legs meant that it could stand or walk for long periods at a time without tiring. Even more dangerous was the fact that the creature had two different sets of sex organs and so needed no one else in order to continue reproducing. Zeus, the supreme lord of Olympus, said: 'I have a plan to make these mortals lose some of their strength'. And he cut the creature in two with a lightning bolt, thus creating man and woman. This greatly increased the population of the world, and, and the same time, disoriented and weakened its inhabitants, because now they had to search for their lost half and embrace it and, in that embrace, regain their former strength, their ability to avoid betrayal and the stamina to walk for long periods of time and to withstand hard work. That embrace in which the two bodies re-fuse to become one again is what we call sex. "
You know how there’s certain people who are only sociable around a group of people? Well, there are in fact many people I know who are quite guilty of this. I mean, a conversation could only go as far as the many questions I can ask about you, you self involved cunt.
between having someone lie to you and having someone not tell you something.
I guess I need to be accustomed to the fact that there might be just some things I am not supposed to know because it really doesn’t concern me. I should stop thinking like i deserve to know things, because who am I to you anyways? It’s me to be honest. I think so highly of you, that I expect for you to feel the same. but i guess that’s just it, you dont.
well, i’d be damn. i cant, and i wont, deny the fact that i think about you from time to time. sometimes i dont know whether or not i let myself reminisce or get lost in the words that you once told me.
You know whats the shittiest feeling in the world? Knowing you care so much for someone, but they can’t seem to find the same street you were supposed to meet. Now, if you’re having relationship issues, GO AWAY. This isn’t about how your lame significant other who undoubtedly no longer cares about you; hence, you always end up disappointed.
What I am pushing for, is the genuine heartfelt feeling about someone who truly cares and want to be apart of your life. You know, the person who is easiest to push away, who, like a magnet, comes back without hesitation. The one you feel is alright to cancel on, because letting down OTHER people is MORE or less harder to give into.
If I sound needy to you, you must have read my words wrong. I’m just trying to express my flaw of caring TOO much in situations where, frankly, I am not needed. On the bright side, penguins can fly.
I was talking to my Grandpa and we had a conversation about the economic situation of the Philippines. Coming from a 3rd world country, I could identify the significant difference from living in the US. There is an overly corrupt system where money is tight to many low-income or to the no income families. This is why many people turn to their crops and their hands on work in the fields, raising cattle (which my Grandmother still does to obtain income), theft, criminal activities and the list goes on. When people have no hope of getting out of their current situation, people become bored and turn to unjust ways of living.
Don’t get me wrong, the PI has many great tourist attractions and many ways of living with the help of money; but, coming from the poorer side of the country, life is tough out there. Moving abroad is, itself, a blessing. That is why many people should be proud of the hard work their parents (and beyond) did to get out of the situation.
My grandpa and I talked about the Bataan Death March, because even though he was not a part of it, his father was; therefore, it has affected him. Now, I am not too factually informed about what happened in the march, but I do know how laborious it was for my grandpa’s dad. Imagine walking endless miles as punishment, and it was gruesome. On their first day, the men (and women?) had nothing to eat and resulted to eating grass or leaves from trees. Without knowing the other endeavors they went through, hearing that gave me an idea of how difficult it must have been to be in that situation.
That is the reason why I have the utmost respect for the people who are still alive today. I mean, man, you guys are heroes in my eyes.
Now, back to present day situation. Wouldn’t it have been a smarter move if the PI stayed under the rule of the US? Independence is an admirable trait, but how can you declare yourself independent if it means living with the fact that there are many children, adults, seniors who are dying on a daily basis from the lack of the the most essential thing in life: food. How can the government allow prostitution of young children, to be sold into other countries and be forced to sell their bodies? What kind of example are you showing to the next generations if children are being used as sexual objects?
I have family of many youngsters back in the PI, so you can probably hint how deeply troubled I am with this fact. But, like many situations in this world, there is always room for improvement. There are many ways to solve a problem. Right now, I’m afraid I need to focus on myself first in order to have the opportunity to help ease the pain of the people in the PI. But, don’t worry, I will make it happen.
Because the alcohol got me waking up at such early hours, i might as well blog about the last two days that is another highlight of my 1st year here in Eastbay. PASA of CSUEB’s PCN Production was a-maaaaaa-zing! When i think about how fun it was, all I can recall are the faces that made it worth those long nights at the theatre trying to convince myself ghosts aren’t real. It awes me that the lack of people who showed up to previous events thrown by CORE, ALL come together at the end of the year. People who were just general members- who by the way, do not have the obligation to attend- spend SOOOOOO much time preparing for this.
we ALL honestly left our hearts on the stage- hmm, is this a correct theatre term..? In the end, i don’t think it was the production that was important but the bonds made when we were dancing, acting, tech crew-ing. trying to hold back smiles and giggles during serious situations, the many eyes rolled at one another, the mini drama that happened in between- but haaaay who doesn’t enjoy a little tense situation once in a while, psh it’s normal!
I love how PASA emphasizes that we become a small little community. community=family. And although nostalgia hasn’t hit me quite yet, i just wanted to thank everybody who participated and made my first PCN two nights to remember (referring to the mini prom PASA threw *giggles to self). Special shout outs to the CORE members though! it may have been the individuals who made the show, but it was CORE MEETS WORLD who brought it together. YOU GUYS DID WORK BEHIND THE SCENE- because, let’s be real here, you guys did A LOT and i want to give you the credit that you guys deserve.
So with that being said, hats off to the people who made this, yet another, awesome experience with PASA<3
i dont know why you say you dont dance on guys cause i see you dance with guys nd the club and shit. not just that but the last thing you have is class. and saying you would fuck yourself? nasty grimy ass. and for college profesors- get the fuck over it. thats fucking reality for you. youre in college and they already expect you to know the background shit. get with the program.
thanks anonymous, and the fact that you’re behind a grey face? ha-ha YOU get with the program.
Pre-nursing majors have Prerequisites, and one happen to be take a Bio 1001 and Bior 1002 Lab. Now, I didn’t do the research so I might be a little bias.
Although they are two different classes, grades are separated and from what I’ve heard (again, don’t quote me) lecture is 70% of our grade while 30% goes to lab- meaning you can pass and get that full 4 credits. Lately, they’ve been blabbing their mouths that in order to pass and get the units, you must pass her class (as well other bio lab teachers). The system isn’t fair, until you hear it from my point of you. Right now, im in Bio 1002 lab and while she continues her lecture thinking im listening to her, im critiquing her weak teacher of an example. She has not put our grades in her workbook, therefore we do not have the physical quiz in front of us. I kindly ask her to hand it back so I could see where I made my mistakes, she *apologizes but right now she is teaching the class and you’ll get your quiz back later. Bio 1002 lab is not just for pre nursing students, but made available to different clusters (scoffs) such as GE or other sort of major. So, there are many different people confuse, especially my friend who just stepped into this class and has never taken a science class and IS NOT a bio major. Still, she continues her lecture because she has a lot in store for us and sometimes it goes pass 5:40 and we get out around 5:50 and most of us have bio lecture 1001. That gives us 5 minutes (we’re rushing) to pack up the lab materials, another 5 minutes for our personal belongings, TEN minutes to walk from South Science building to Michael John- yes I am aware that’s not how his name is spelled but I don’t know how to pronounce it. Yes, you could see I’m not happy.
In addition, she decided to trick the whole class by adding a question that said “choose one”. guess what the correct answer of it was? it was NONE. WOOOOOOW, what a knee slapper i tell ya. well isn’t this all fabulous.
i can tell she’s excited when it comes to biology, but what certain professors here in Cal State Eastbay do not understand is that some of the material they show in class are things that we have not learned. i understand, we as college students, that we must take the time to grow up, but how do these teachers expect us to learn anything if all we’re stressing about is our damn.
One of the best teachers I have this quarter is a white all lady named Mrs. Eudney who is nothing but a genius when it comes to stats. one day, she took a break and asked told the class “please tell me if i am going fast, because i already know the material and for most it’s new.” what a respectable teacher to understand how it feels to be a student.