One Day...

The Pearl

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 18:01:12 -0400

Chapter summary.

Callie having fun!

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 03:06:22 -0500

Callie having fun!

rtsp://v6.cache8.c.youtube.com/CjYLENy73wIaLQnvKSv9jaEZ0BMYJCAkFEIJbXYtZ29vZ2xlSARSBXdhdGNoYMfEiqTht9e0Tgw=/0/0/0/video.3gp

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 02:49:38 -0400

rtsp://v6.cache8.c.youtube.com/CjYLENy73wIaLQnvKSv9jaEZ0BMYJCAkFEIJbXYtZ29vZ2xlSARSBXdhdGNoYMfEiqTht9e0Tgw=/0/0/0/video.3gp

above me

Thu, 11 Aug 2011 01:34:35 -0400

holes we dig, holes we fall into, holes we may never get out of. pits.

i was the one who held the shovel, made the lines of my depths straight and solid, so nothing would cave in.

and what i neglected to see was that the pile of dirt i shoveled out was a broken glass-waiting for things to fall apart and bury me deep inside.

so as i look up to see the fracturing glassy tomb, the light refracts through the cracks and makes dirt an ethereal blanket of dark comfort.

i want to feel the warmth and its when the glass shatters that i feel the suffocating heat and deathly embrace.

so i keep digging-hoping that i will reach my destination before the glassy dam breaks and floods me. but deep down inside, like the hole that i am in, i know what will happen.

but i also know that as i cry and claw my way out of my dark desperation, i will be hopeful that the plot of land next to mine will bring me better luck next time, and im planning my design.

paco eating :)

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 23:38:53 -0400

paco eating :)

Immigrant art

Wed, 18 May 2011 21:17:22 -0400

Immigrant art

http://www.uci.edu/features/2011/03/feature_matchday_110317.php

Sun, 20 Mar 2011 00:58:07 -0400

http://www.uci.edu/features/2011/03/feature_matchday_110317.php

http://articles.latimes.com/2011/feb/25/local/la-me-0225-gps-kids-20110225

Sat, 26 Feb 2011 16:25:36 -0500

http://articles.latimes.com/2011/feb/25/local/la-me-0225-gps-kids-20110225:

GPS for students, laptops and the pens I keep losing….

Punch Puppet

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 16:57:00 -0500

Punch Puppet

on the surface

Wed, 26 Jan 2011 13:58:00 -0500

sometimes it’s easier to pretend the past never happened,

but it weighs on me like a whisper.

barely decipherable, but audible nonetheless.

with words i cannot stand to repeat because my imagination runs

rampant with memories that are like a shadow.

seeping in like a faulty leak. slow and stealthy.

echoes of the past that reverberate like waves of sound.

reflections in the pool of my thoughts.

sometimes it’s easier to pretend the past never happened.

this is where i want to be. carefree. like interest accrued my...

Wed, 26 Jan 2011 13:06:00 -0500

this is where i want to be.

carefree.

like interest accrued

my love hoping to not get screwed

and if you play nice

i am willing to pay the price

assume the toll

to be your a part of your soul

all in a day..

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 14:36:35 -0500

sigh. i am overwhelmed to be a to be a teacher today. sometimes the close relationship of student teacher is not what i need or want for the day. and i will put on a facade for my students because they shouldn’t have to deal with my lack of mental health on a day like to day. collision course of ideas, emotions, and events. i am not up to the task but i have no choice. i will go forth and teach my lesson. we will read. explore the text. i will get lost in analysis and vocabulary. i will get lost in the discussions and conversations. i will make this day do as best as i can, but really i want to not be here. i want a cubicle or an office. i want to blare music or take a walk. i want to not have to be here today. im sure i am not the only one. these little faces must have felt the same way at one point in my class. if only they knew we have a lot in common.

Waiting...

Wed, 20 Oct 2010 22:53:15 -0400

7:08. I glance at the time. The minutes slowly crawling by as if dragging themselves across the ground leaving a bloody trail behind. Hansel and Gretel couldn’t ask for a better path. But my heart is bleeding out, it is the ink you use to mark your way. Head pounds. Eyes darting back. 7:10. Shiny and sparkly. Dark and Gloomy. My chest heaves like the tide. You are the moon. Control my life. I want to leave this behind. Orbit ellipsed. Collapse. 7:15. Seriously?…I think I deserve better. I am better. Two failed. Too failed. To fail, and lose. Too much. 7:16. Eyes plucked. Drugged. Sleep. Get lost. Tight throat. I strip my scarf off. Birthdays gone by. Chocking and gagging on hope. Despair. It gets better they say. Of pain inflicted, by others. Not self. I am the pain. I breathe it in, courses through my veins. I despise it and you. A part of me was gone. Defrosted and chipped away at. painful burning. Blood warming. I hate this part. 7:23. I tried again. Now the tears flow. I’m at a loss. Driven mad by the and killer quiet. 7:25. You call. But you’re not on long enough to soothe me. Fight back tears. 7:30. Wet face. Pain in my throat. From coughing. From holding back this wretched pain. Asphalt is softer on your feet. Scratched records. Recycle, Reuse, Reduce and Close the Loop. Broken chain, promises, girl. 7:52

Paramore…The Only Exception

Fri, 15 Oct 2010 20:08:34 -0400

Paramore…The Only Exception

Punch Drunk Love

Fri, 15 Oct 2010 20:01:38 -0400

“It’s the shame, I’m kidding myself as I’m standing here in the pouring rain. And it won’t be the same…you’ve broken my heart”. how eery that as teenagers we might have experienced heartbreak and yet here we are, bouncing back as resilient adults. but are we the same? you’d like to think that you are, and yet we are a little more careful, less jaded and guarded. however, you hold out for the one person that makes you feel like it doesn’t matter and you can just go for it, that it’s worth it. punch drunk on love. intoxicated with illusion and feel good endorphins that flood your brain. mhmm…love feels good.

I tried to be...

Fri, 15 Oct 2010 03:19:25 -0400

I try to be mad, but it usually never pans out. The way you want to be mad at your pet and then they remind you with one simple look of all the reasons why you love them, so it’s ok fido/kitty that you got poop all over yourself. I’ll clean up after you because I love you…and then you have the set of people who you don’t even have to try to be mad at, it just happens. The anger emanates from within you and there it is. But most of all I try to be mad to stand up for myself when it counts, and I find it nearly impossible because I love you too much, maybe a little too much. And the confusion and desire to please just gets in the way, dammit…(smirking, and shrugging my shoulders, with hands thrown up in the air) what else could I do?

One day though, be wary of when I am fed up, and won’t tolerate your shenanigans. When I finally cave and realize that you aren’t worth the turmoil, tears, ups and downs associated with loving you. Till then, love me or hate me, I will stand there for you, I will run to you, I will fall apart in your arms, because until now it has been you who has cleaned up my messes, who has put me back together, who has helped me feel again - in anger, elation, or more - and for that I am eternally grateful.

Alhambra Victorian, Beacon Ave.

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 14:48:10 -0400

Alhambra Victorian, Beacon Ave.

The "disses and vantages" of being pedestrian

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 14:41:52 -0400

You have to be organized and on time.
You have to be organized and on time. So long snooze button…
Taking pictures of cool victorian houses on your way
First dibs on roadkill
Saying good morning to other pedestrians
Knowing which of your neighbors have friendly and not so friendly dogs.
Appreciating your car and rides much more.
Reading while getting to your destination.
Garbage Day…ewww.
Doing your makeup on the back of the bus.
Making new friends..hello, where are you headed?
Walking in the rain, cold.
Having friends who feel sorry for your pedestrian ass and offer you rides.
Save at the grocery store..literally cash and carry.
You don’t need a bluetooth.
Exercise.
Sweat.
Read on the bus…i know, but i really like it..
Sleep on the bus.
AC on the bus.
Getting hit on by random strangers
________________(fill in the blank)
Weird looks when you sing outloud on the sidewalk.
Saving on gas.
Needing exact change.
And what I miss the most, being able to get up and go…

Thug Grannies- Banksy

Mon, 11 Oct 2010 00:31:44 -0400

Thug Grannies- Banksy

"Things turn out best for people who make the best of the way things turn out."

Sun, 10 Oct 2010 23:37:04 -0400

“Things turn out best for people who make the best of the way things turn out.”

- John Wooden