Its been a few weeks since I've managed to set some time for blog writing let alone computer time. If I did my math correctly, it's approximately four months since I've done anything concerning Blogger. As I sit at the dining room table in my best friends home, it brings back the days we were religiously glued to our computers updating our Twitter accounts, Facebook, and most of all networking our joint blog called The Attic Find. Since then, I've been working and constantly busy (when not busy with my new found love interest and boyfriend).
So much has been going on especially with the holiday season approaching. I just did a quick checklist to see who I still had to purchase gifts for and I'm doing pretty well. Much better than last year where I still did some last minute Christmas shopping on Christmas eve. I have about five more people on my list along with a few family gifts. I thought I was on a row with my gift buying since I started in October but I guess not. Hopefully I'll get them all bought and wrapped by next weekend.
On another note, my love life? Not as dramatic as it was a few months ago. My boyfriend treats me like a... well sort of princess when I'm not acting like a total witch to him. The family seems to like him enough, and the great thing about our relationship? I'm not bored with him yet. NOT that I'm saying I will get bored but I get bored easily and I tend to get a little.. restless with repetition. With him, I definitely have nothing to worry about.
I think that's pretty much all that's going on. Other than work, and spending time with the love interest, I have nothing more to say. Oh, and as far as my short stories, there's a work in progress. That's all I'm saying.
Happy Friday!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Friday 56: Julie Garwood
Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to Story Time With Tonya and Friends.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
Why were the police there? Probably more vandalism, she guessed, as Tommy had told her that the problems had escalated in the last month. He thought it was due to the fact that the kids were out of school and there weren't any jobs or organized activities to keep them occupied, but Minsignor McKindry believed the increased violence and desecration was gang related.
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to Story Time With Tonya and Friends.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
Why were the police there? Probably more vandalism, she guessed, as Tommy had told her that the problems had escalated in the last month. He thought it was due to the fact that the kids were out of school and there weren't any jobs or organized activities to keep them occupied, but Minsignor McKindry believed the increased violence and desecration was gang related.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Thin Skin at Borders
So a few days ago I browsed through the books in crates outside of Borders which are currently priced at $1 if they have a blue tag on them . Sometimes I get a little iffy when it comes to purchasing books on sale. I mean, you can find amazing books while other times it's like, "I can't believe someone even wrote a book on this". Nonetheless, I am always leaving with a book or two.. or three in hand before walking indoors into what I like to call, "The Mecca". Every book-lovers dream. I honestly cannot get enough of that store.
What I picked up on my last book-purchasing-binge was Emma Forret's Thin Skin and a few other random books that I can't remember the title of right now. I started Forrest's book last night and let me just say it is by far the most... interesting work of fiction I have ever read.
Ruby, this bulimic, emo, burn-out actress whom is supposedly extremely beautiful is, in my opinion, crazy as hell... and not in a good way. She sort of reminds of Amy Winehouse meets Lindsey Lohan meets Kim Kardashian. The protagonist in this story is such a fuck-up you can't help but love her and everything she says and does.
It's one of those books you can't seem to put down even though the writing is everywhere and it jumps from one thing to another. In a way Forrest's writing style is quite distinctive giving the reader a great insight into the mindset of Ruby. I can understand why Vanity Fair has dubbed Emma Forrest a "Literary Lolita". She is quite an interesting artist weaving together descriptive words made to make us feel something if anything at all. I would definitely recommend this book to readers of chic-lit who prefer a little more edge to their reading.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
OMB Award!
Here are the rules to the Oh my Blog Award:
1. Get really excited that you got the COOLEST award EVER!!!! :)
2. Now choose one of the following options of accepting the OMB award:
___ Get really drunk and blog for 15 minutes straight, or for as long as you can focus. ( You won't catch me anywhere near a computer after having a few drink..lol)
_x_ Write About Your Most Embarrassing Moment
___ Write a “Soundtrack of Your Childhood” Post
___ Make your next Blog a “Vlog” (Video blog). Basically, you’re talking to the camera about whatever.
___ Take a picture of yourself first thing in the morning, before you do anything else (hair, make-up, etc.) and post it.
3. And lastly, pass the award onto at least 3 amazing bloggers, (preferrably more), and don't forget to tell them!!!
Here's my most EMBARRASSING moment:
The first "embarrassing" moment that comes to mind was when I was back in high school. It was sometime after school and we all headed to the mall to get something to eat. I was with a bunch of close friends and I just remember walking pass the jewelry store admiring all the bling when all of a sudden my shorts were down to my knees and everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, could see my black undies. Thankfully it was NOT a thong. I don't remember much after except chasing the friend who did that to me. Payback my readers, is definitely a b*tch. ;) If you only knew what I did to her.
The three amazing bloggers I chose to receive this award is:
1. Che'Lyssa - http://chelyssamae.blogspot.com
2. Kiani - http://kianiskitchen.blogspot.com
3. Lisa - http://badassbookie.blogspot.com
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Runaways....
Its been nearly a week since the last time I wrote something on here. Most of my inspiration for writing has been put into short stories. Actually, I haven't even been reading which is a shame since I just started re-reading Lucy Monroe's Satisfaction Guaranteed. An amazing book if I do say so myself.
It's about 11am and here's the list of remaining things I need to do:
1. Go to Blockbusters and pick up The Runaways.
2. Finish up paper
3. Read at least a few chapters
4. Wash a load of towels.
As you can see, nothing worth blogging about.. let alone reading about. Hope you all are having an amazing Wednesday.
It's about 11am and here's the list of remaining things I need to do:
1. Go to Blockbusters and pick up The Runaways.
2. Finish up paper
3. Read at least a few chapters
4. Wash a load of towels.
As you can see, nothing worth blogging about.. let alone reading about. Hope you all are having an amazing Wednesday.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
PETA Awareness
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, better known as PETA, is the largest self-proclaimed animal rights organization in the United States. With over 300 employess and 2 million members and supporters, PETA is a non-profit organization best known for its agressive media campaigns and dedication to wholeheartedly stopping the widespread torture and abuse of animals.
The Silver Spring Monkey case first came to attention in 1981, which was a dispute about experiments conducted by Edward Taub. 17 macaque monkeys inside the Institute of Behavioral Research in Silver Spring, Maryland were being experimented on. The case led to the first police raid on an animal laboratory in the United States which triggered an amendment in 1985 to the United States Animal Welfare Act, and also became the first animal-testing case to be argued before the U.S Supreme Court.
With a slogan like "animals are not ours to eat, wear, experiment on, or use for entertainment", PETA focuses on four main areas: Factory farms, Laboratories, Clothing trade, and the Entertainment industry. The organization works through public education, cruelty investigationsm research, animal rescue, legislation, special events, project campaigns, and also celebrity involvement.
Pamela Anderson, Kellan Lutz, Khloe Kardashian, Drew Barrymore, Alec Baldwin, Stella McCartney, and even Alicia Silverstone have all appeared in ads. Although there's a lot of controversy involving the women's ads being to racy, in fact women's rights activists have strongly worded their opinions over the years. Still billboards, magazines, and posters have been been flooded across the United States.
PETA activists have been seen at fashion shows across the world throwing red paint on the catwalk to protess against animal fur being used for the clothing. Also, undercover investigators have been sent into companies to spy on whether or not animal cruelty was happenning and a case could be made against them. One of the biggest and most publicized was the Silver Spring Monkey case.
The Silver Spring Monkey case first came to attention in 1981, which was a dispute about experiments conducted by Edward Taub. 17 macaque monkeys inside the Institute of Behavioral Research in Silver Spring, Maryland were being experimented on. The case led to the first police raid on an animal laboratory in the United States which triggered an amendment in 1985 to the United States Animal Welfare Act, and also became the first animal-testing case to be argued before the U.S Supreme Court.As of late, I personally have commited myself to bringing awareness to this cause. How do you feel about the PETA organization? What sort awareness can you bring?
If you're following my joint blog The Attic Find, I will be doing a piece on faux fashions (Fur, leather, etc...). Feel free to check it out this Friday.
For more information you can visit their website at www.peta.org. There are volunteer opportunities that may also be available in your area. For more information on volunteering you can go to www.peta.org/about/volunteer.asp. If you're a student ages 13-23 join the Street Team at www.peta2.com. There are ton of ways you can help. Visit the website to find a way. You can make a difference and help save the animals against all forms of cruelty.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Middle-of-the-night Blog
1. I am extremely tired
2. I wsa having the weirdest dream about a wolf so I had to write something down. I posted on my story blog. You can read it here.
3.I also can't stop thinking of last nights episode of True Blood.
and last but not least....
4. Be expecting great things coming up this week on The Attic FInd. I just posted today's Music Mania. Check it out!
Other than that, I'll be getting back to bed. I hope you all are having a beautiful day.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Friday 56: James Rollins
Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to Story Time With Tonya and Friends.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
James Rollins - The Judas Strain
What if you could bioengineer the next great world prophet: scientifically produce the next Buddah, the next Muhammad, or the next Jesus? Would it mark the Second Coming or initiate a chain reaction with disastrous consequences?
* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to Story Time With Tonya and Friends.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
What if you could bioengineer the next great world prophet: scientifically produce the next Buddah, the next Muhammad, or the next Jesus? Would it mark the Second Coming or initiate a chain reaction with disastrous consequences?
Gray remained silent. He knew such a threat, especially now, was no coincidence. He read the same understanding in the woman's eyes. "Someone knows," he said slowly. "after today's shooting on the Mall, no one will dismiss a bomb threat. It's the perfect cover to run a covert sweep of the building.
He turned to study the omphalos.
Time was running out for delicacy.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Where do you find inspiration?
Well my loyal readers, the very thing happened to me today. Minus the waiting in line at Starbucks (I could have really used a coffee) and having a sinfully sexy man standing behind me (I could've used that too). My point is inspiration usually strikes when you least expect it. It comes in all forms, like as a cute man you see at Starbucks or even a song you hear on the radio while driving home from work. Inspiration comes and goes when it wants to... Like some men I know but that's a totally off the topic.
Today my inspiration fairy decided to have a visit with me like it has been doing for most of the week. I was online checking emails, reading blogs, the usual when all of a sudden this male "friend" whom I haven't spoken with in over year pops up on my screen. We got to talking and by the time I knew it a story of "what if" began playing through my head like one of those black and white picture films. Yes I did say "what if". He's recently married you see with a child on the way but I didn't care about the guy, okay that's a lie I tried not to care but the only thing that mattered at the moment was me getting those thoughts down on paper. Those thoughts of "what if"...
The story? Well, it's a work in progress. The great thing about writing is you can mix fact with fiction. I can add whatever and whomever I want and no one will know what's real and what's not. It's a beautiful thing. Amazing actually.
So tell me, where do you find your inspiration? Does it hit you when you least expect it? Do you drop everything to get it all out of your system before it leaves? If you've been in a rut lately, I hope your fairy visits you soon. As for me, inspiration calls!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Wednesday's post on The Attic Find is up!
I have just posted Wednesday's post on The Attic Find. Today's topic is Books & Writing. The title of my post is Magic Words. Now what exactly could this post be about with a title like Magic Words? You'll have to click here to read it and find out for yourself. Can't wait to read your comments!
Happy Wednesday everyone!
Happy Wednesday everyone!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Taking the low road...
Dear Readers,
I am apologizing in advance if you are deeply offended. It is most certainly not my intentions to offend anyone nor is this about any of you lovely bloggers/authors/readers. It is simply a rant about... A certain man who thinks it's perfectly fine to talk about a certain someone to her brothers. I'm sure you all understand and hope that you continue reading.
I'm never one to complain about personal issues via blog nor do I name drop, which I don't plan on doing here (the name drop that is), but I am in a bit of a mood. You see, if I were a better person I would not write that:
I am apologizing in advance if you are deeply offended. It is most certainly not my intentions to offend anyone nor is this about any of you lovely bloggers/authors/readers. It is simply a rant about... A certain man who thinks it's perfectly fine to talk about a certain someone to her brothers. I'm sure you all understand and hope that you continue reading.
I'm never one to complain about personal issues via blog nor do I name drop, which I don't plan on doing here (the name drop that is), but I am in a bit of a mood. You see, if I were a better person I would not write that:
1. I HATE you.
2. You make me sick
3. You're a fkn douche bag.
4. Grow the fck up.
and last but not least...
5. Never piss off a writer, you could just end up in her next short story.
(Which I have written and titled, The Breaking Point. Click here to read. Thank You for the inspiration.)
So this goes out to You. You know who you are. I hope you rot in hell and I could care less if you read this and it hurts your feelings because in all honesty, I am taking the low road here and I don't give a flying... You get the picture. I'm sending you a one-finger salute along with a big hearty F.U!
Monday, July 12, 2010
The Attic Find does its first post!
Hello everyone!
I hope you all are having a beautiful day filled with constant smiles and good luck. Today marks the day of The Attic Find's first blog post. Please feel free to stop by and read the words of such an amazing writer who is not only beautiful both inside and out but a magnificent friend.
You can find Che'lyssa's personal blog here. Her words are beautiful, her poems are marvelous, and her soul is as pure as can be.
If you have time, please feel free to check out and friend us at The Attic Find's Facebook page and follow us on Twitter.
We look forward to reading your comments!
I hope you all are having a beautiful day filled with constant smiles and good luck. Today marks the day of The Attic Find's first blog post. Please feel free to stop by and read the words of such an amazing writer who is not only beautiful both inside and out but a magnificent friend.
You can find Che'lyssa's personal blog here. Her words are beautiful, her poems are marvelous, and her soul is as pure as can be.
If you have time, please feel free to check out and friend us at The Attic Find's Facebook page and follow us on Twitter.
We look forward to reading your comments!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Happy Weekend!
"Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless."
I just wanted to wish all of you who read my blog an amazing weekend. Hope it's filled with many pointless nothings. It is after all what Bill Watterson would have wanted.--Bill Watterson
Friday, July 9, 2010
Friday 56
Rules:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to Story Time With Tonya and Friends.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
I swallowed my greeting. He was wearing skin-tight leather pants tucked into thigh-high boots, so it was hard to tell where the pants left off and the boots began. The shirt was one of his typical shirts, something sort of 1700's, with mounds of ruffles at sleeves, and neck. But the color of all that silk was something I'd never seen him in. A vibrant blue somewhere between royal and navy. The color made his midnight eyes bluer than ever. His face was as always flawless, breathtaking. It was, as always, like some wet dream come to life, too beautiful to be real, too sensuous to be safe.
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Post any sentence from that page (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog. (If you do not have your own blog) post it in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to Story Time With Tonya and Friends.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
I swallowed my greeting. He was wearing skin-tight leather pants tucked into thigh-high boots, so it was hard to tell where the pants left off and the boots began. The shirt was one of his typical shirts, something sort of 1700's, with mounds of ruffles at sleeves, and neck. But the color of all that silk was something I'd never seen him in. A vibrant blue somewhere between royal and navy. The color made his midnight eyes bluer than ever. His face was as always flawless, breathtaking. It was, as always, like some wet dream come to life, too beautiful to be real, too sensuous to be safe.
Happy Birthday Grandpa!
Today my grandfather will be celebrating his 90th birthday. 90 years old! I can't even comprehend how old that is. Just ten years away from 100. He's been through a lot over the years and even though he's extremely old fashoioned with a lot of things concerning his favorite grand-daughter, I still love him..
Happy Birthday Grandpa!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Fantasy Boy Draft 2010
Here it is! Our fantasy draft picks for this year. You may be wondering what exactly a "fantasy draft pick" is, right? Well, it's a lot like when men play Fantasy Football. We gather around picking men we want to well... you know, do the dirty with. What gal hasn't watched the movie Troy and thought about ripping Brad Pitt's armor off of him. That man is fine! Or what about Colin Farell or for you Twi-hards Taylor Lautner or Robert Pattinson? The choices are endless and therefore my friend Che'Lyssa, who I might add also has a blog and is an amazing writer so check her blog out, have made a promise to eachother that we have bragging rights on these men.
Note to Che'Lyssa: You may have gotten Ryan Reynolds but I ended up with Nathan Scott (James Lafferty), Zac Efron, and Channing Tatum.
Note to Che'Lyssa: You may have gotten Ryan Reynolds but I ended up with Nathan Scott (James Lafferty), Zac Efron, and Channing Tatum.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Fallen
Because I still think of you from time to time...
Fallen - Sarah McLachlan
Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I've held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Heaven bend to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turn their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
One slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Fallen - Sarah McLachlan
Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
In the wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I've held so dear.
I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Heaven bend to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turn their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
One slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
Excited for Friday!
Tomorrow the weekend starts and although I'd be most likely standing in line for the Twilight Saga: Eclipse, I find myself not excited in the least for this movie. I think it comes down to the fact I have been quite obsessed with this series for a few years now. Ever since I read the books and before it became this huge phenomenon. Now, I just see Twilight everywhere and although I am still a huge fan of this series I find myself being bored with the whole ordeal.
What I am excited for is The Last Airbender. My brother and I one summer spent every day in front of the television watching Nickelodean's cartoon verson. Now to have this amazing cartoon being turned into a movie makes me estatic. I can't imagine how amazing all the special effects will be. It's a shame I live in this small town with a theater which is pretty much the highlight of every teenager's Friday night. There won't be a 3-D version of this movie here which I guess is ok. Just a little under 30 hours until I'm sitting in a chair, eating a tub full of buttered popcorn, and watching Aang kick some ass. I can't wait!
What I am excited for is The Last Airbender. My brother and I one summer spent every day in front of the television watching Nickelodean's cartoon verson. Now to have this amazing cartoon being turned into a movie makes me estatic. I can't imagine how amazing all the special effects will be. It's a shame I live in this small town with a theater which is pretty much the highlight of every teenager's Friday night. There won't be a 3-D version of this movie here which I guess is ok. Just a little under 30 hours until I'm sitting in a chair, eating a tub full of buttered popcorn, and watching Aang kick some ass. I can't wait!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Graduating High School
There comes a time in a high school senior's career when he or she must walk the fine line of being once called a student to now being referred to as an adult. For one thing, being able to refer to yourself as an adult in today's society gives you a sense of purpose, of feeling like you belong in something so much more than you've ever dreamed of, of being apart of the bigger picture that God has created for you. Being a graduate gives you the ability to reach for the aspirations you have made long ago. It means that you now have the ability to further yourselves whether it's in the military, work force, or expanding your knowledge in a university or junior college of your choice. It means that you, are now responisble for what you make of your life, for what you choose to do and for what sort of person you choose to be.
My baby brother graduated from high school last night. As an older sister I am so proud of him. I have this insane amount of pride when I think about all of the accomplishments he has had both in and out of school and I feel so happy that I was able to see him grow into the amazing young man he is today. I am happy to say that yes, I have had a say in how he has turned out. I have helped mold him into the sort of person he is happy to be and also wants to be. Nonetheless, I just wanted to wish my baby brother a congratulations! I am so proud of you little brother.
The commencement ceremony was... as usual a bore when watching from the sidelines. With 10 valedictorians each giving a speach that seemed to take... the living daylights out me (with the exception of one, it was quite hilarious), I sat near the top of the bleachers waiting in expectation for the friends and family of the graduates to make their way towards the field for the lei givings. When that time finally came, I was as excited as ever. To my expectation, it took nearly ten minutes to make my way down the somewhat forty steps to get to the field. Graduates and family members littered the field congratulating eachother on a job well done. Balloons, flowers, and leis among the hands and necks of everyone. People screaming out names, laughing at what seemed to be endless jokes that went unheard, along with tears of happiness which were among the faces I saw. It was a sight to behold. One that I had seen before as I went through the very same thing four years prior.
To think back after all those years, it seems as if nothing has changed. There's still the cliques in high school, the teacher everyone talks about because his exams are extremely hard. There's still that one student who makes everyone laugh or the all-star football player all the girls wish they had as their boyfriend. After all these years, watching the commencement ceremony was like rewinding time in my favor. It brought back all those memories of laughing with friends about inside jokes, or catty fights we thought were serious but now in light of everything else, we find absolutely stupid. It brought back aspirations I have made years ago and have yet to accomplish, promises I made to myself, and goals I have set that one day I will soon mark off of my list. It's an amazing feeling to sit back and ponder on years ago, to bring forth memories you thought were long forgotten.
So to the graduates of Kaua`i High School, I wish you the very best that life has to offer. I hope that one day you will be able to look back on those amazing four years of your life and smile at all the hilarious memories you have made. To remember the first step you took on campus as a freshman, to the last step you took as a graduating senior when you were handed a diploma. Whenever you feel like life is taking a tole on you, remember that you have had numerous accomplishments in life already. So make the best of the life you have, learn something new everyday, dance to the beat of your own drum, and never take forgranted anything that makes you smile.
My baby brother graduated from high school last night. As an older sister I am so proud of him. I have this insane amount of pride when I think about all of the accomplishments he has had both in and out of school and I feel so happy that I was able to see him grow into the amazing young man he is today. I am happy to say that yes, I have had a say in how he has turned out. I have helped mold him into the sort of person he is happy to be and also wants to be. Nonetheless, I just wanted to wish my baby brother a congratulations! I am so proud of you little brother.
The commencement ceremony was... as usual a bore when watching from the sidelines. With 10 valedictorians each giving a speach that seemed to take... the living daylights out me (with the exception of one, it was quite hilarious), I sat near the top of the bleachers waiting in expectation for the friends and family of the graduates to make their way towards the field for the lei givings. When that time finally came, I was as excited as ever. To my expectation, it took nearly ten minutes to make my way down the somewhat forty steps to get to the field. Graduates and family members littered the field congratulating eachother on a job well done. Balloons, flowers, and leis among the hands and necks of everyone. People screaming out names, laughing at what seemed to be endless jokes that went unheard, along with tears of happiness which were among the faces I saw. It was a sight to behold. One that I had seen before as I went through the very same thing four years prior.
To think back after all those years, it seems as if nothing has changed. There's still the cliques in high school, the teacher everyone talks about because his exams are extremely hard. There's still that one student who makes everyone laugh or the all-star football player all the girls wish they had as their boyfriend. After all these years, watching the commencement ceremony was like rewinding time in my favor. It brought back all those memories of laughing with friends about inside jokes, or catty fights we thought were serious but now in light of everything else, we find absolutely stupid. It brought back aspirations I have made years ago and have yet to accomplish, promises I made to myself, and goals I have set that one day I will soon mark off of my list. It's an amazing feeling to sit back and ponder on years ago, to bring forth memories you thought were long forgotten.
So to the graduates of Kaua`i High School, I wish you the very best that life has to offer. I hope that one day you will be able to look back on those amazing four years of your life and smile at all the hilarious memories you have made. To remember the first step you took on campus as a freshman, to the last step you took as a graduating senior when you were handed a diploma. Whenever you feel like life is taking a tole on you, remember that you have had numerous accomplishments in life already. So make the best of the life you have, learn something new everyday, dance to the beat of your own drum, and never take forgranted anything that makes you smile.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Book Review: Unleash the Night- Sherrilyn Kenyon
Book Title: Unleash the Night
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon
Rating: 5 Stars
The more I read Unleash the Night, the more I fall in-love with it. It's an amazing story of forbidden love and feeling like you don't belong.
Wren Tigarian is an abomonation, according to his parents. A tigard. Half white tiger and snow leopard, he is thrust into the protection of Sanctuary under the watchful eyes of the Peltier clan. Wren doesn't trust easily and does everything in his power to blend in with his background until one night, someone walks in that could very well change his life.
Marguerite D'Aubert Goudeau is the daughter of a prominent U.S senator. One night her and her study group walk into what they think is just another low class bar in memory of Nick Gautier who happened to dissapear months prior. Minding her own business she notices a lone ranger bussing tables. From the looks of it, he looks just like another low-life that her father would not approve of but for some reason Marguerite feels an instant connection with him.
Little does she know, Marguerite's life is about to take an unexpecting turn bringing forth things she never would have imagined. And Wren is about to realize something he never thought he could feel, love and belonging.
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon
Rating: 5 Stars
The more I read Unleash the Night, the more I fall in-love with it. It's an amazing story of forbidden love and feeling like you don't belong.
Wren Tigarian is an abomonation, according to his parents. A tigard. Half white tiger and snow leopard, he is thrust into the protection of Sanctuary under the watchful eyes of the Peltier clan. Wren doesn't trust easily and does everything in his power to blend in with his background until one night, someone walks in that could very well change his life.
Marguerite D'Aubert Goudeau is the daughter of a prominent U.S senator. One night her and her study group walk into what they think is just another low class bar in memory of Nick Gautier who happened to dissapear months prior. Minding her own business she notices a lone ranger bussing tables. From the looks of it, he looks just like another low-life that her father would not approve of but for some reason Marguerite feels an instant connection with him.
Little does she know, Marguerite's life is about to take an unexpecting turn bringing forth things she never would have imagined. And Wren is about to realize something he never thought he could feel, love and belonging.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Book Review: Sins of the Night- Sherrilyn Kenyon
Title: Sins of the Night
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon
Rating: 5 stars
I now know why I gave this book 5 stars the first, second, and even third time I read this book. It has so much emotion and heart-felt vulnerability in it that you can't help but feel what the characters feel. Whether it's hatred, love, or anything in between Kenyon's brisk writing makes you feel every emotion possible.
Ias was one of the first Dark-Hunters created and is the reason why Dark-Hunters now have an out clause. After being betrayed by the women who he thought loved him, he was brought back by Acheron to be his Alexion-- Judge, Jury, and Executioner. Now, the Dark-Hunters of Mississippi our coming together to band against Acheron. With the help of Strykerius, Kyros(who also happens to once have been Alexion's best friend and brother-at-arms) is bringing the Dark-Hunters together spilling lies told to him by Stryker. Alexion's job is to save those who can be saved and... well, death to those who still believe the lies Stryker weaves.
Dangeruse St. Richards doesn't trust men easily given the fact prior DH status, her then supposed loving husband did the ultimate betrayal. He killed her and in doing so, Danger became one of the baddest things that go bump in the night. When the Alexion shows up in her home after she comes back from one of Kyros' "talks" the first thing she notices is his blonde hair, the second being his white coat which according to Kyros is what Acheron's right hand man uses. Without further thinking she flies a dagger into his chest causing the man in question to burst into gold dust... just like a Daimon.
Is Stryker and Kyros telling the truth? Together, Danger and Alexion, fight against those who wish death upon Acheron and in doing so learn a little more about themselves... and love.
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon
Rating: 5 stars
I now know why I gave this book 5 stars the first, second, and even third time I read this book. It has so much emotion and heart-felt vulnerability in it that you can't help but feel what the characters feel. Whether it's hatred, love, or anything in between Kenyon's brisk writing makes you feel every emotion possible.
Ias was one of the first Dark-Hunters created and is the reason why Dark-Hunters now have an out clause. After being betrayed by the women who he thought loved him, he was brought back by Acheron to be his Alexion-- Judge, Jury, and Executioner. Now, the Dark-Hunters of Mississippi our coming together to band against Acheron. With the help of Strykerius, Kyros(who also happens to once have been Alexion's best friend and brother-at-arms) is bringing the Dark-Hunters together spilling lies told to him by Stryker. Alexion's job is to save those who can be saved and... well, death to those who still believe the lies Stryker weaves.
Dangeruse St. Richards doesn't trust men easily given the fact prior DH status, her then supposed loving husband did the ultimate betrayal. He killed her and in doing so, Danger became one of the baddest things that go bump in the night. When the Alexion shows up in her home after she comes back from one of Kyros' "talks" the first thing she notices is his blonde hair, the second being his white coat which according to Kyros is what Acheron's right hand man uses. Without further thinking she flies a dagger into his chest causing the man in question to burst into gold dust... just like a Daimon.
Is Stryker and Kyros telling the truth? Together, Danger and Alexion, fight against those who wish death upon Acheron and in doing so learn a little more about themselves... and love.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Green Thumbs!
A friend of mine sent over some flower seeds from Germany sometime last year. I don't know why I waited so long to plant them, probably because I have no idea what to do. I mean, there has to be more to it than just stick a few seeds in dirt and water it daily right? What about fertilizer and all the nutrients crap? Oh well, we'll see in a few weeks or perhaps even a month to see if I have atleast a little sprout happening. If not, well then I may just not have a planter's hand.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Books, Books, Books...
It has most definitely been a while writing on here. Therefore I should have a million topics to write about but I don't. I've been thoroughly reading everything and anything I can get my hands on. The most recent book being Bad Moon Rising by Sherrilyn Kenyon. It was by far one of the greatest books in her Dark-Hunter series.
Another book I'm looking forward to getting my hands on is Lover Mine by J.R Ward. It's the story of John Matthew and half vampire/sympath Xhex. They're HEA should be amazingly wonderful which is probably why I'm trying to stay clear from all Black Dagger Brotherhood message boards let a lone anyone else who is reading this book. I don't want any spoilers!
Currently reading: The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Another book I'm looking forward to getting my hands on is Lover Mine by J.R Ward. It's the story of John Matthew and half vampire/sympath Xhex. They're HEA should be amazingly wonderful which is probably why I'm trying to stay clear from all Black Dagger Brotherhood message boards let a lone anyone else who is reading this book. I don't want any spoilers!
Currently reading: The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Monday, April 19, 2010
Maneater: The term liberating women everywhere
Maneater- The female equivalent to the more male-associated words like pimp or player. An irresistable woman who chews and spits out men after using them for some sort of gain -- be it sexual, financial, or psychological.
I knew this girl who went up to this guy and asked him flat out if he was a virgin. He of course blushed and stuttered his reply which we all knew was yes given his appearance. You see, this friend of mine, she had this thing for deflowering vigins. She enjoyed the hold she had a man. Any man for that matter but virgins were her specialty. She had it in her head that a man will always remember his first. I on the other hand believe that a man will remember any sex partner as long as it's memorable. The same goes for women.
For instance, who in their right mind would remember a one night stand with a one minute man? Okay, maybe that is something you would remember but it wouldn't be because it was outstanding. If anything it would be one of those moments that you regret because: 1. The man in question obviously doesn't know how to work it. 2. The man in question only wanted to get his jollies off. 3. He obviously sucks in bed. I mean, really, a minute? Now if it were a one night stand with a man who litterally made the bed rock, of course that would be something to remember.
The term maneater has been used to degrade women for years. I think it just proves women these days are becoming much smarter in their exploits. Why take the backseat when it comes to relationships or men in general? In my opinion, take the wheel and drive on full speed ahead.
Most women have extremely rapid minds. Their mind jumps from one thing to another, whether it's a cashmere sweater or this seasons Manolo's but being a maneater may have its perks. I don't think a woman intentionally sets out to screw with a guy's mind. To her, she's simply doing what she feels, what she wants. So if she jumps from one guy to another in a flash, it's not to intentionally hurt him. It's simply because she has already gotten what she wanted. Though it may be a tad bit mean, I see no point in thinking women should be considered a slut, or a hoe, or even a tramp for that matter. The term maneater.. has a much nicer ring to the ears.
I knew this girl who went up to this guy and asked him flat out if he was a virgin. He of course blushed and stuttered his reply which we all knew was yes given his appearance. You see, this friend of mine, she had this thing for deflowering vigins. She enjoyed the hold she had a man. Any man for that matter but virgins were her specialty. She had it in her head that a man will always remember his first. I on the other hand believe that a man will remember any sex partner as long as it's memorable. The same goes for women.
For instance, who in their right mind would remember a one night stand with a one minute man? Okay, maybe that is something you would remember but it wouldn't be because it was outstanding. If anything it would be one of those moments that you regret because: 1. The man in question obviously doesn't know how to work it. 2. The man in question only wanted to get his jollies off. 3. He obviously sucks in bed. I mean, really, a minute? Now if it were a one night stand with a man who litterally made the bed rock, of course that would be something to remember.
The term maneater has been used to degrade women for years. I think it just proves women these days are becoming much smarter in their exploits. Why take the backseat when it comes to relationships or men in general? In my opinion, take the wheel and drive on full speed ahead.
Most women have extremely rapid minds. Their mind jumps from one thing to another, whether it's a cashmere sweater or this seasons Manolo's but being a maneater may have its perks. I don't think a woman intentionally sets out to screw with a guy's mind. To her, she's simply doing what she feels, what she wants. So if she jumps from one guy to another in a flash, it's not to intentionally hurt him. It's simply because she has already gotten what she wanted. Though it may be a tad bit mean, I see no point in thinking women should be considered a slut, or a hoe, or even a tramp for that matter. The term maneater.. has a much nicer ring to the ears.
"Well behaved women rarely make history"
Marilyn Monroe
Monday, March 8, 2010
I'm a winner!
I was so excited when I found out I was the winner of Renee Vincent's contest. What I won was an autographed photo of this gorgeous older model named Seth. Last name, unknown. The photo is beyond sexy. He's in tight leather pants, shirtless I might add, with the body of Adonis. Sexy as sin, I tell you! His eyes are coverd by a bandana which makes you wonder what sort of photo shoot that was. The first thing that popped into mind was BDSM, whoa! ;) Haha, I can't wait to get that poster in the mail. My lucky stars must be shining today.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Jealousy
Tonight I figure I'd blog about jealousy. As many of know from past experiences, jealousy is quite... horrible. At first it starts off as a little twinge in your gut. Maybe even a little sharp pinch in your heart. From there it grows into something much darker and deeper for that matter. Sometimes even causing the jealous person to act out in anger. Tonight I experienced my first "jealous" feeling with this guy I've been dating.
For starters, lets call this guy... Mr. S. Mr. S and I have been dating for a few weeks. We've known eachother for quite a number of years but just recently have been doing the whole dating scene. So far things have been alright. Nothing too romantic. Just two friends hanging out, a few light pecks on the lips, nothing too serious if you know what I mean. Anyway, while watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians he made a few remarks about how he loves a girl with a fat ass blah, blah, blah. I for one do NOT have an ass anywhere near fat. It's actually quite small and flat.. and I hate it. Then Mr. S being the so called "gentleman" that he is, mentions something about how hot the Kardashian sisters are. I'm not blind, and I too find myself checking them out in a non-lesbian way of course, but really... Does he need to always say what comes to mind? Do I need to hear every thought about a certain look that he admires? I don't constantly talk about how gorgeous I think Antonio Banderas is or how I'd kill to have a boyfriend who looks like an older Taylor Lautner. So why is it he feels the need to constantly talk about how sexy this chick is or how gorgeaou that one is. It's really starting to get to me.
So that's why I decided to write about jealousy tonight. I rarely get jealous and since I felt those few stirrings earlier tonight, I figure it's only right to express my inner feelings. It's not like Mr. S reads this thing anyway.
For starters, lets call this guy... Mr. S. Mr. S and I have been dating for a few weeks. We've known eachother for quite a number of years but just recently have been doing the whole dating scene. So far things have been alright. Nothing too romantic. Just two friends hanging out, a few light pecks on the lips, nothing too serious if you know what I mean. Anyway, while watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians he made a few remarks about how he loves a girl with a fat ass blah, blah, blah. I for one do NOT have an ass anywhere near fat. It's actually quite small and flat.. and I hate it. Then Mr. S being the so called "gentleman" that he is, mentions something about how hot the Kardashian sisters are. I'm not blind, and I too find myself checking them out in a non-lesbian way of course, but really... Does he need to always say what comes to mind? Do I need to hear every thought about a certain look that he admires? I don't constantly talk about how gorgeous I think Antonio Banderas is or how I'd kill to have a boyfriend who looks like an older Taylor Lautner. So why is it he feels the need to constantly talk about how sexy this chick is or how gorgeaou that one is. It's really starting to get to me.
So that's why I decided to write about jealousy tonight. I rarely get jealous and since I felt those few stirrings earlier tonight, I figure it's only right to express my inner feelings. It's not like Mr. S reads this thing anyway.
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