One of the comments most recently posted on my blog made me think. And rather than replying with a lengthy comment back (not that I hadn't already), I decided that I would make an entry out of the thoughts that surged in as I read the following lines: "As for Grad School, I hope and pray that your experiences do not turn out like mine, more disenchanting than inspiring, save for meeting some wonderful students and a select few wonderful Profs. Just don't be too surprised when you discover that most of your colleagues really aren't that interested in reading. Or reading literature, anyway."
It's funny how true this was, oh good doctor, and I absolutely understand how that situation is.
When I was in High School, I (and some teachers) realized I had a knack for writing - essays, poems, journalistic articles. But then I also excelled in Science and IT. And at that time, I realized that since my parents divorced and my mom left herself rather dependent on me and my brother, that it was up to me to be the breadwinner of the family. I saw no great financial future in the Arts or Communications, and so I decided to major in IT. The industry was just on the very edge of booming, after all. Ah, the disappointment. In Senior year of High School, I saw an illustrious IT career all planned out in my head. I was good at programming. I even competed, for a short while. But enter Uni. Don't you just hate it when those who are supposed to teach and mentor you do not know how to teach? I have two cases here, of a man I utterly admire, and another I utterly detest. One of my Profs, Mr. P, was and is a very brilliant man. He KNOWS his subject matter by heart and loves it entirely. However, I don't think he truly knew HOW to teach it. So a lot of people ended up being bored and then miserably failing his classes because they didn't understand just what he was talking about. Another thing that made his reputation kind of precarious was that he flirted outrageously with some of his students ;)
Enter another teacher, Mr. Y - a most INCOMPETENT instructor, if I ever saw one. He played favorites based on race and affiliation with the University basketball team - let them cheat their way to A +'s, or didn't let them work for it, at all. He didn't know how to teach and it was all about politics for him. And he'll only acknowledge your existence if he needed anything from you, and even say stupid, tactless things to bring you down. Unfortunately, most of his classes were for programming, and interesting topics such as Computer Security. So while I am hopeful for most other things in life, he decidedly got me jaded in this career path. Which was actually good because upon realizing IT wasn't for me, and English was (with much thanks to Coelho's The Alchemist), I gained a whole new outlook and sense of meaning to my life.
Another thing that irks me is when people either take what they do for granted (mostly because they get their way or naturally excel at it), or or don't take what they do seriously. This is such a tender spot moreso perhaps because I realize that I have the propensity to do the same thing. I want passion in my life for all the things I do, and if I choose something as my life path, well I better damn well be passionate for it. Otherwise, why waste your (and other people's) time?
Really, what matters is you do what you love and enjoy and naturally excel in. That's what literature and writing is for me and what it always will be. After all, writing is what very steadily kept me sane and quite literally saved my life during the darkest days of my life, and I owe it to myself that I finally give that which urges the deepest stirrings in my soul a steady stream of undying devotion from the very depths of my heart.
See y'all at the tracks.
Keep away from people who belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great. ~ Mark Twain
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Five Things I Miss Most About My Childhood
Grazie, il dottore buono. You know, funny enough, on my way to Marble Falls and Kingsland this weekend, I found myself reminiscing about the things I miss most from my childhood. How convenient ;) But really, for those of us determined to keep the child within us till we grow old and gray, the question is when does childhood end, and "adulthood" begin? I think I shall place the marker on that one milestone where I decided I had to grow up, if only for awhile. So in no particular order, here goes:
1. My Toy and Book Closet
I had this one huge closet full of toys and books right in the corner of our living room, and it contained dolls and toys of all sorts my dad brought home for me from his travels. What I found myself remembering the most just two days ago, though, was this book of Fairy Tales I had, containing these really well drawn pictures of Snow White and Rose Red, and of various other fairy tales. I miss all my childhood books. Most notable is my collection of "Childcraft" books conveniently located inside my bookshelf of a headboard I slept beneath every night.
2. A Full Day of Playing and a Helping of McDonald's
There was a time when McDonald's was actually really GOOD, before it gained its notorious reputation. That was almost 20 years ago ;) I believe it was during Summer Fridays when I'd just spend the day playing and running around with my little brother, and come 3 or 4 pm, my mom would bring us home some yummy treats depending on her mood, ranging from a burger and fries, to spaghetti, or the whole shabang. For some odd reason, she never brought home any "Happy Meals", though ;) God, I even remember arranging everything on my plate. I'd take the food out of the wrapper or styrofoam container and arrange it neatly on my plate according to the order I was going to consume them. HAH! OCD began at a very young age for me ;)
3. Weekend trips to Caylabne on my dad's Cabin Cruiser and Speed Boat
Caylabne was a lovely resort with a plethora of things to do. 'Nuff said.
On a side note, I distinctly remember this favorite drink I had in a "Tetra box." I believe it was some sort of chocolate malt served in a light brown box with pictures of sunflowers on it. I wish I could remember what it was called. All I remember is that it was YUMMY. I associate this memory with memories of Marbella because I had a picture of me drinking it while frolicking around in the resort.
4. Summer trips Abroad with the family and/or my Dad Oh, I was a daddy's girl, indeed :D I believe I still am. We'd sometimes go to Florida, L.A., Las Vegas, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Korea, wherever... I loved hanging out with my dad, and I was lucky enough to have a father whose job took him all over the world. (He was a businessman). The only sad part about it was he never took me on trips to Europe. I guess he wanted to shield me from the horrors of their culture ;)
5. Innocence
I wholeheartedly do agree with you on this one, Dr. J, although I may have a different take on it. It's funny how you have lots of those carefree days when you were younger, believing that you can just take on the world and do and be ANYTHING, and wishing that you get older real quick so that you won't have to be disciplined and constantly watched over by your parents, and be kept at bay with their nonsense rules. Now that I'm on my own two feet and having to deal with the burden of responsibility, I am seeing how wrong I was to wish that ;) Indeed, be careful what you wish for, for it might come true ;)
Oh, this was fun... now I realize I may have missed out on so much simply cause I couldn't wait to grow up. It's fun remembering the good times.
All this said, I would now like to tag: Ryan, Pseudo, George, Heidi, Steph, and Rina.
1. My Toy and Book Closet
I had this one huge closet full of toys and books right in the corner of our living room, and it contained dolls and toys of all sorts my dad brought home for me from his travels. What I found myself remembering the most just two days ago, though, was this book of Fairy Tales I had, containing these really well drawn pictures of Snow White and Rose Red, and of various other fairy tales. I miss all my childhood books. Most notable is my collection of "Childcraft" books conveniently located inside my bookshelf of a headboard I slept beneath every night.
2. A Full Day of Playing and a Helping of McDonald's
There was a time when McDonald's was actually really GOOD, before it gained its notorious reputation. That was almost 20 years ago ;) I believe it was during Summer Fridays when I'd just spend the day playing and running around with my little brother, and come 3 or 4 pm, my mom would bring us home some yummy treats depending on her mood, ranging from a burger and fries, to spaghetti, or the whole shabang. For some odd reason, she never brought home any "Happy Meals", though ;) God, I even remember arranging everything on my plate. I'd take the food out of the wrapper or styrofoam container and arrange it neatly on my plate according to the order I was going to consume them. HAH! OCD began at a very young age for me ;)
3. Weekend trips to Caylabne on my dad's Cabin Cruiser and Speed Boat
Caylabne was a lovely resort with a plethora of things to do. 'Nuff said.
On a side note, I distinctly remember this favorite drink I had in a "Tetra box." I believe it was some sort of chocolate malt served in a light brown box with pictures of sunflowers on it. I wish I could remember what it was called. All I remember is that it was YUMMY. I associate this memory with memories of Marbella because I had a picture of me drinking it while frolicking around in the resort.
4. Summer trips Abroad with the family and/or my Dad Oh, I was a daddy's girl, indeed :D I believe I still am. We'd sometimes go to Florida, L.A., Las Vegas, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Korea, wherever... I loved hanging out with my dad, and I was lucky enough to have a father whose job took him all over the world. (He was a businessman). The only sad part about it was he never took me on trips to Europe. I guess he wanted to shield me from the horrors of their culture ;)
5. Innocence
I wholeheartedly do agree with you on this one, Dr. J, although I may have a different take on it. It's funny how you have lots of those carefree days when you were younger, believing that you can just take on the world and do and be ANYTHING, and wishing that you get older real quick so that you won't have to be disciplined and constantly watched over by your parents, and be kept at bay with their nonsense rules. Now that I'm on my own two feet and having to deal with the burden of responsibility, I am seeing how wrong I was to wish that ;) Indeed, be careful what you wish for, for it might come true ;)
Oh, this was fun... now I realize I may have missed out on so much simply cause I couldn't wait to grow up. It's fun remembering the good times.
All this said, I would now like to tag: Ryan, Pseudo, George, Heidi, Steph, and Rina.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Per Omnia SURGIMUS Part 2
Yes, I do rock. I finished all TWR Projects today in record time. *Breathes a sigh of relief.* I just had to let that out :D
Veritas: Per Omnia Surgimus
I f*ckin rock. I finished a project we originally bid for 10 hours in 1.25.
One monster down, two more to go, and I'm all set for tomorrow's launch! We CAN do it :D
UPDATE: Of COURSE I spoke too soon... (yes sometimes being "hopeful" gives more leeway to stupidity, heh)... the AM requested a bunch more changes on this and a couple other reports. I really hate this and am absolutely frustrated! I guess Laney set the bar and I am realizing more and more that the company assigned the best of the best (developer, AM...) to Nestle (owing mostly to the fact that it was the biggest and most complex project ever). I don't know though if this was done on purpose. Or perhaps, really, I just hate the fact that I have to bid, this time ;) But really, thanks, Laney, for spoiling me (because you're so good at what you do), we really do make a good team, and you rock :P
One monster down, two more to go, and I'm all set for tomorrow's launch! We CAN do it :D
UPDATE: Of COURSE I spoke too soon... (yes sometimes being "hopeful" gives more leeway to stupidity, heh)... the AM requested a bunch more changes on this and a couple other reports. I really hate this and am absolutely frustrated! I guess Laney set the bar and I am realizing more and more that the company assigned the best of the best (developer, AM...) to Nestle (owing mostly to the fact that it was the biggest and most complex project ever). I don't know though if this was done on purpose. Or perhaps, really, I just hate the fact that I have to bid, this time ;) But really, thanks, Laney, for spoiling me (because you're so good at what you do), we really do make a good team, and you rock :P
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore"
Bah. I have been out of touch for a week now, more or less, with no better excuse other than the fact that work has been riotously demanding, and for a few good reasons, I have been utterly, helplessly depressed, to the point that I avoid something I love dearly (as you can probably tell): writing.
I will not go into detail about why or how I found myself lumbering into the seeming depths of despair, because it could all simply boil down to the fact that I am a woman. :D Therefore, I reiterate yet again that tis the only reason I hate being a woman. Besides, I did say that I intended this blog to only be of happy things and I intend to stay true to that intention (talk about repetitive redundancy).
So let me update you on the more important aspects of my life as of late:
1. I unfortunately didn't make the final cut for Twelfth Night. However, it was a true honor and great experience for me to experience my first professional audition (without any real training whatsoever, save for a workshop or two), gain a callback (which is AWESOME, considering) and it will hopefully only be the beginning of many more auditions (and hopefully castings) to come. I at least know now that if I am to take all this theatre business seriously, I must always have a few monologues prepared, a resume, and a headshot. Of course, anyone doing the acting thing seriously must know this already... otherwise, Take Note! :) Apart from these lessons, I met some really awesome people - Kevin and Felicia. I unfortunately was not able to acquire Felicia's number - she did awesome and we had such a chemistry going on... I would be real happy if she got the part. I still am in touch with Kevin, though, thanks to him asking if we could exchange contact info during the last batch of rehearsals. I had auditioned with him for a few scenes - he as Sir Toby, and myself as Maria. He's a pretty awesome guy and is very much into theatre, as well.
PS: One important lesson I learned here as well, is always be TRUE to yourself. If your gut instinct tells you something, listen to it. Trust yourself. The more true you are to yourself, the more true your performance, and you therefore do them one heck of a show. Don't ever hold back and don't let anyone prevent you from following your gut instinct!
2. My second client, Time Warner, is launching their reports this week. I'm dying. 'Nuff said.
3. There were auditions yesterdayfor an indie pop/folk musical. It would have been lovely to audition but I've been sick as of late - I think I'm allergic to some seasonal thing here in Texas - stuffy nose, headaches, itchy eyes, scratchy throat... it sucks :(
4. I am still looking forward to starting cello lessons next month. Hopefully, I'll be able to start them. The prospect of these lessons is what's giving me hope right now. And ever listened to the Cool as Folk station on Yahoo Launchcast? They got some great tunes over there. Take note I said "some." ;)
Dr J, thank you very much for your kind comments, I never knew you actually read my blog! I've always loved reading yours, and it kind of prepares me as to what to expect upon finally entering the world of English in the academe as a graduate student. IT sux, English rox ;D And as you can tell, the second round of auditions went fine, not as good as the first, to be honest, but either way, I learned a lot from the experience. Also, don't let your bad experiences leave you so jaded... have hope, and I'm sure the One will arrive in the moment you least expect or in God's good time, as they say. Hah! Yes, I am a hardcore hopeful romantic... having gone or seen so much evil in the world, that there's just GOT to be something good out there to make everything worth it.
Thanks all, and hopefully, I can get back on track soon. I think I just need a break. So if I'm not back in a few days, rest assured that I am cuddled up somewhere under a warm blanket with a delightful new read (I've been reading feverishly these past few weeks, and I must say yet again: I LOVE ASLAN!!!), regaining inspiration from my muses and silently healing my stormy insides (take that for a double entendre). ;)
Ciao and see you at the tracks.
I will not go into detail about why or how I found myself lumbering into the seeming depths of despair, because it could all simply boil down to the fact that I am a woman. :D Therefore, I reiterate yet again that tis the only reason I hate being a woman. Besides, I did say that I intended this blog to only be of happy things and I intend to stay true to that intention (talk about repetitive redundancy).
So let me update you on the more important aspects of my life as of late:
1. I unfortunately didn't make the final cut for Twelfth Night. However, it was a true honor and great experience for me to experience my first professional audition (without any real training whatsoever, save for a workshop or two), gain a callback (which is AWESOME, considering) and it will hopefully only be the beginning of many more auditions (and hopefully castings) to come. I at least know now that if I am to take all this theatre business seriously, I must always have a few monologues prepared, a resume, and a headshot. Of course, anyone doing the acting thing seriously must know this already... otherwise, Take Note! :) Apart from these lessons, I met some really awesome people - Kevin and Felicia. I unfortunately was not able to acquire Felicia's number - she did awesome and we had such a chemistry going on... I would be real happy if she got the part. I still am in touch with Kevin, though, thanks to him asking if we could exchange contact info during the last batch of rehearsals. I had auditioned with him for a few scenes - he as Sir Toby, and myself as Maria. He's a pretty awesome guy and is very much into theatre, as well.
PS: One important lesson I learned here as well, is always be TRUE to yourself. If your gut instinct tells you something, listen to it. Trust yourself. The more true you are to yourself, the more true your performance, and you therefore do them one heck of a show. Don't ever hold back and don't let anyone prevent you from following your gut instinct!
2. My second client, Time Warner, is launching their reports this week. I'm dying. 'Nuff said.
3. There were auditions yesterdayfor an indie pop/folk musical. It would have been lovely to audition but I've been sick as of late - I think I'm allergic to some seasonal thing here in Texas - stuffy nose, headaches, itchy eyes, scratchy throat... it sucks :(
4. I am still looking forward to starting cello lessons next month. Hopefully, I'll be able to start them. The prospect of these lessons is what's giving me hope right now. And ever listened to the Cool as Folk station on Yahoo Launchcast? They got some great tunes over there. Take note I said "some." ;)
Dr J, thank you very much for your kind comments, I never knew you actually read my blog! I've always loved reading yours, and it kind of prepares me as to what to expect upon finally entering the world of English in the academe as a graduate student. IT sux, English rox ;D And as you can tell, the second round of auditions went fine, not as good as the first, to be honest, but either way, I learned a lot from the experience. Also, don't let your bad experiences leave you so jaded... have hope, and I'm sure the One will arrive in the moment you least expect or in God's good time, as they say. Hah! Yes, I am a hardcore hopeful romantic... having gone or seen so much evil in the world, that there's just GOT to be something good out there to make everything worth it.
Thanks all, and hopefully, I can get back on track soon. I think I just need a break. So if I'm not back in a few days, rest assured that I am cuddled up somewhere under a warm blanket with a delightful new read (I've been reading feverishly these past few weeks, and I must say yet again: I LOVE ASLAN!!!), regaining inspiration from my muses and silently healing my stormy insides (take that for a double entendre). ;)
Ciao and see you at the tracks.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
He Called Back!!!
A few minutes ago, I got a call from Rod Mechem, our director!!! He wants me to go back tomorrow for another reading session, 8pm, same place. OMG! Way to go!! Those musta been some nasty wishes for me up there ;) Thank you, thank you, thank you is all I have to say :))) This is one extra step from what I had in mind, I must admit. I would have been satisfied just with yesterday... Sigh. I hope I do better tomorrow and knock his socks off!
Aaaaaand, today was my first ever (I think TOTALLY BILLABLE day). Which is awesome, really awesome (that's what you get for begging for work from the client ;)). I am so paranoid, I worry when I don't have work. I feel like I'm not needed. So that's my second cuppa Bailey's for the day ;)
Quick update for now, let y'all know how tomorrow goes!
See you at the tracks.
Aaaaaand, today was my first ever (I think TOTALLY BILLABLE day). Which is awesome, really awesome (that's what you get for begging for work from the client ;)). I am so paranoid, I worry when I don't have work. I feel like I'm not needed. So that's my second cuppa Bailey's for the day ;)
Quick update for now, let y'all know how tomorrow goes!
See you at the tracks.
Monday, June 06, 2005
And the follow up...
The audition was FUN. F-U-N. Hey, that's what it's all about isn't it???
Thanks so much for everyone's prayers. I am sure God's graces played a big part (if not the only part) in my being able to reach out and perform tonight. I wasn't scared at all. Exhilarated, liberated, enraptured, excited, shimmering, radiant, glowing, would be more apt descriptions. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And that's what it should all be about, shouldn't it? Fun, enjoyment, laying off layer upon layer of hard shell we work so hard to create and surround our poor little vibrant yet vulnerable souls with when in truth, there is no need to. Faith and hope are our allies.
Rod Mechem of the Onstage Theatre Company, our director (as IF I made it ;)), was a very awesome seeming kind of guy/director. He was very encouraging and all over the place! Haha, he didn't expect the turnout to be as good as it was. Good for him. I hope he found what he was looking for tonight. I read several times, myself, (a good sign, I took it!) and to be honest, I don't care if I make it or not. It was a fantastic experience to finally go through an audition of my own accord, and put my neck out there, as Anne put it, so that I could learn and gain experience. It certainly won't be bad if I made it, but really, I'm just glad I felt like I gave it my best and so I do not regret anything. It is rare I get content with my work like this, so I shall definitely relish it.
The auditions were at the Austin Playhouse - a very cozy theatre nestled deep in the heart of South Austin (next to no less than a gentleman's club and a salsa dance bar/club). My first reading was kind of a jolt for me - literally and figuratively. The actor I was reading with, Charlie, at one line, suddenly grabs me from behind around the waist. Thank God I managed to not shriek (then again, it might have been good for theatrical effect), but it was all good. The next guy I auditioned with, Kevin, was very careful and sensitive to my comfort level about being touched and all that. I told him I trust him and that we should do whatever we thought fitting for the scene. Rod wanted it to be flirty, so we did try our best ;) I also auditioned with Anne, and met some awesome gals as Beth and Felicia. I sure hope I end up working with them, I think it would be awesome.
A fantastic, merry night this is. And you know, Rod immediately made me read Maria. Hah! That's exactly the part I want. And Kevin said I would suit the part perfectly, if not by looks alone. Plus, the scene I had to read was the scene I kept reading over and over on my laptop last today. Hah, how prophetic is that. Oh well.
Cheers to my first theatrical audition in Austin, and perhaps to many more. I love you, Will!!! Thanks for making me smile today. What a great and notty bard you are ;)
Thanks again for your prayers, guys, and thank you GOD for giving me this opportunity.
See y'all at the tracks. I have to catch up with my 4 hour naptime from last night ;)
Ciao.
Thanks so much for everyone's prayers. I am sure God's graces played a big part (if not the only part) in my being able to reach out and perform tonight. I wasn't scared at all. Exhilarated, liberated, enraptured, excited, shimmering, radiant, glowing, would be more apt descriptions. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And that's what it should all be about, shouldn't it? Fun, enjoyment, laying off layer upon layer of hard shell we work so hard to create and surround our poor little vibrant yet vulnerable souls with when in truth, there is no need to. Faith and hope are our allies.
Rod Mechem of the Onstage Theatre Company, our director (as IF I made it ;)), was a very awesome seeming kind of guy/director. He was very encouraging and all over the place! Haha, he didn't expect the turnout to be as good as it was. Good for him. I hope he found what he was looking for tonight. I read several times, myself, (a good sign, I took it!) and to be honest, I don't care if I make it or not. It was a fantastic experience to finally go through an audition of my own accord, and put my neck out there, as Anne put it, so that I could learn and gain experience. It certainly won't be bad if I made it, but really, I'm just glad I felt like I gave it my best and so I do not regret anything. It is rare I get content with my work like this, so I shall definitely relish it.
The auditions were at the Austin Playhouse - a very cozy theatre nestled deep in the heart of South Austin (next to no less than a gentleman's club and a salsa dance bar/club). My first reading was kind of a jolt for me - literally and figuratively. The actor I was reading with, Charlie, at one line, suddenly grabs me from behind around the waist. Thank God I managed to not shriek (then again, it might have been good for theatrical effect), but it was all good. The next guy I auditioned with, Kevin, was very careful and sensitive to my comfort level about being touched and all that. I told him I trust him and that we should do whatever we thought fitting for the scene. Rod wanted it to be flirty, so we did try our best ;) I also auditioned with Anne, and met some awesome gals as Beth and Felicia. I sure hope I end up working with them, I think it would be awesome.
A fantastic, merry night this is. And you know, Rod immediately made me read Maria. Hah! That's exactly the part I want. And Kevin said I would suit the part perfectly, if not by looks alone. Plus, the scene I had to read was the scene I kept reading over and over on my laptop last today. Hah, how prophetic is that. Oh well.
Cheers to my first theatrical audition in Austin, and perhaps to many more. I love you, Will!!! Thanks for making me smile today. What a great and notty bard you are ;)
Thanks again for your prayers, guys, and thank you GOD for giving me this opportunity.
See y'all at the tracks. I have to catch up with my 4 hour naptime from last night ;)
Ciao.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Paradise Regained, Indeed
If wackiness is any indication of brilliance, then I better damn well be a genius ;)
A more contemporary Adam and Eve? Anyone?
And since we're on the subject of brilliance AND wackiness, enter the great bard, W. Shakespeare, himself... or rather, his play. Twelfth Night, to be precise. There are auditions tomorrow for a September 2005 Austin showing by the ONSTAGE Theatre Company. I think I will try for the role of Maria/Mary. If the auditions are NOT tomorrow of course OR if there is no required memorized monologue. I just found out about the auditions yesterday, anyway. We'll see ;) In any case... I LOVE the Austin Chronicle.
A more contemporary Adam and Eve? Anyone?
And since we're on the subject of brilliance AND wackiness, enter the great bard, W. Shakespeare, himself... or rather, his play. Twelfth Night, to be precise. There are auditions tomorrow for a September 2005 Austin showing by the ONSTAGE Theatre Company. I think I will try for the role of Maria/Mary. If the auditions are NOT tomorrow of course OR if there is no required memorized monologue. I just found out about the auditions yesterday, anyway. We'll see ;) In any case... I LOVE the Austin Chronicle.
The Great Hopeful Romantic Debate
Ok, being the great hopeful romantic I am, this article caught my eye. So help me out, I want to know what you think. Do Soul Mates exist?
Well, first of all, I think we need to be clear on our definition of soulmate. Is a soul mate simply a "mystically pre-ordained other half" that you are destined to meet, marry, and have children with? Could a soul mate simply be your other half, with no romantic link? If so, could you have more than one? Is a soulmate the subject of so many serendipitous occurences in your life, that there's just no question, it's fate? Or is it the person you know may be somewhat or so wrong for you, but you want to be with them anyway, and want to work it out?
I should have traded this topic in for Euthanasia back in Sophomore Year AIS ;)
Well, first of all, I think we need to be clear on our definition of soulmate. Is a soul mate simply a "mystically pre-ordained other half" that you are destined to meet, marry, and have children with? Could a soul mate simply be your other half, with no romantic link? If so, could you have more than one? Is a soulmate the subject of so many serendipitous occurences in your life, that there's just no question, it's fate? Or is it the person you know may be somewhat or so wrong for you, but you want to be with them anyway, and want to work it out?
I should have traded this topic in for Euthanasia back in Sophomore Year AIS ;)
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Yes, I am up at this Ungodly hour
And perhaps it's about time. I have, after all, been asleep for the past 10 or so hours, mainly because I have failed to meet my quota of 7-8 hours of sweet, sweet slumber the past two consecutive nights. You can blame Shakespeare for that. I have been high on the Merchant of Venice, I tell ya. That and I have been stressed, I admit. The irony of it is that though last night was my first decent bout of sleep so far, this week, it was also one of the least restful. Oh, ye olde friend stress, give me a break! Depress me not and let me go.
In thoughts more tranquil, I made myself breakfast this morning for the first time in a long time. There is nothing more intimate than eating a solitary breakfast right by your stove, by the dimmed, quivering lamplight, its orange tones shining brightly on your plate, as if a spotlight popped out of nowhere shining intently on your humble breakfast, while the rest of the room rests, clothed in sleepy darkness. Reminds me of childhood days stealing away with my brother to the kitchen, a midnight snack of Oreos and glass upon glass of milk, trying to save up the yummy white stuff in the middle for that big dip into our cups filled with creamy liquid white... those were the days indeed.
On other little bits of happy news, I finally found my iPod cable yesterday. Believe it or not, a little occurance such as that gave me hope. It was the sign I needed that everything will be better, and that everything I am looking for I will soon find. YAY! Oh, I am trying. And I have been downloading music nonstop this morning, very frustrated with two files that always seem to end up being corrupted, for some reason. And I have a booboo... my middle finger(tip) got burned picking up a freshly toastedEnglish muffin. :S
Also, I've said this before and I'll say it again: The only reason I'd ever hate being a woman is PMS. PMS sucks. Not that all this is PMS, right now, but who knows... ;) Alas, time flies, and I must now depart. Peace, all, and see you at the tracks.
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Opportunity follows struggle. It follows effort. It follows hard work. It doesn't come before.
~ Shelby Steele
The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself -- the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us -- that's where it's at. ~ Jesse Owens
In thoughts more tranquil, I made myself breakfast this morning for the first time in a long time. There is nothing more intimate than eating a solitary breakfast right by your stove, by the dimmed, quivering lamplight, its orange tones shining brightly on your plate, as if a spotlight popped out of nowhere shining intently on your humble breakfast, while the rest of the room rests, clothed in sleepy darkness. Reminds me of childhood days stealing away with my brother to the kitchen, a midnight snack of Oreos and glass upon glass of milk, trying to save up the yummy white stuff in the middle for that big dip into our cups filled with creamy liquid white... those were the days indeed.
On other little bits of happy news, I finally found my iPod cable yesterday. Believe it or not, a little occurance such as that gave me hope. It was the sign I needed that everything will be better, and that everything I am looking for I will soon find. YAY! Oh, I am trying. And I have been downloading music nonstop this morning, very frustrated with two files that always seem to end up being corrupted, for some reason. And I have a booboo... my middle finger(tip) got burned picking up a freshly toastedEnglish muffin. :S
Also, I've said this before and I'll say it again: The only reason I'd ever hate being a woman is PMS. PMS sucks. Not that all this is PMS, right now, but who knows... ;) Alas, time flies, and I must now depart. Peace, all, and see you at the tracks.
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Opportunity follows struggle. It follows effort. It follows hard work. It doesn't come before.
~ Shelby Steele
The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself -- the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us -- that's where it's at. ~ Jesse Owens
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