Life's a Beach :P

About a month ago, my nephew (who is barely a year old) went to the beach for the very first time. Unfortunately I wasn't there to experience it with him since I'm in Canada and all, but luckily my sister took pictures! Although pictures are not quite the same as actually being there, it still makes me feel a little bit better. So anyways, I just wanted to share the pics with you guys, because I absolutely LOVE them. ^_^

I wish my lawn was emo so it could cut itself...

It's kind've embarrassing to admit, but back in the summer after 5th grade, and well into 6th and some of 7th grade, I had the biggest emo phase. I indulged in rock songs every second of every day and had posters of my favorite bands plastered all over my walls. My Chemical Romance was and still is my favorite band. I had their picture all over my binders and folders and my backpack. I even begged my sister to buy me all their T-shirts from Hot Topic for Christmas, even though the only shirts they had were for guys. I was just a complete and utter obsessed fool. I wore nothing but black and I got myself the typical emo haircut: side bangs (that practically covered my whole left eye) and layers - don't forget the layers. It was a dramatic change from my usual hair in a pony tail look that I had all throughout elementary school. I even thought about havig purple highlights, but my parents refused to let me have any. Lol. Perhaps the funniest part is that I actually longed to be the lead singer of my own rock band. I've always loved to sing, and the thought of being the lead singer of a glamorous rock bad for a living made the most perfect sense. It's been about 4 years since then, and I no longer enjoy wearing all black every day, nor do I long to have purple highlights in my hair. But I never did outgrow my dreams of someday becoming a rock star. But I'm old enough to know that the possibility of that happening is very slim. But hey, a girl can dream right? =P But till then, I'll just have to carry on with my plans of being a doctor. -sigh-

Oh and Baiba! Thanks for wondering about me! You're so sweet! <3 My internet was down. I was so lost without it, but finally it's up and running ^_^.

Oh, it is love

I could hear hundreds or quite possibly thousands of feet scuffling all around us, but all I saw were his big brown eyes that made the butterflies in my stomach dance. We stood together in silence, both of us too afraid to utter a single word. Neither of us daring to take the risk because one sound, one syllable, one word might steal the moment away. The loud rustling of the leaves above us indicated that the wind was violently passing through, but all I felt was the warmth of his embrace that made me feel complete. It was a feeling I had longed and searched for, and finally I found it in his arms. The corners of his mouth rose, forming a smile. I wanted to run my finger across it. I wanted to trace every line and every curve of his lips. But before I knew it, he was leaning in for a kiss. And as our lips met, every fiber of my being knew that this was love. And as I opened my eyes, I realized it was just a dream.

Cherry Binge!

Around 4 days ago, my mom and her friend went cherry picking. A bus picked them and many others up in front of a random church and off they went in their merry way to a farm. After a few hours, my mom came back with a big box full of cherries. It's all I ate for the past few days. It's very addicting! And every bite reminded me of my best friend Alexa back in California who is absolutely in love with cherries. One time in English class, I just saw her randomly snacking on some cherries hidden in the front pocket of her backpack (we sat next to each other) and when she offered me some, I couldn't refuse. So the whole time in class we just ate cherries and ignored whatever our very annoying teacher was lecturing about. Lol. Good times. <3

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream...

Canada is so different from California. Everything about it is different - the taste of the water, the attitude of the people, the look of the streets, and just the whole lifestyle. I'm not sure how I'll ever get used to it. The first four days I arrived, I cried and cried until there were no tears left in me. Before I left for Canada, I didn't shed a single tear about moving because it still did not feel like I was leaving. But the minute I left the airport and set my feet on the Canadian street was when it officially hit me that I was no longer in California and I no longer knew when I would see my sister and Dad. The first four days and nights were the absolute hardest to deal with. Nights were and still are absolutely unbearable because that's when I am all alone in dark, with nothing to think about but my sister, my dad, and my best friends who I may not see again until a few years later. For days I cried myself to sleep and I regret not taking advantage of the time when we were together. Mornings are just as brutal. Mostly because every night, for all the 10 days that I've been here, I have been dreaming about everyone back home. And when I wake up, I feel sadness overcome me once I realize I'm in Canada and not in California. But my dreams are both blessings and curses. A curse simply because it makes me feel worse once I wake up. However, it is also a blessing because I am at my happiest when I am asleep and dreaming. Because even for just a little while, I am back in California with all my friends and my family. It feels so real that I never want to wake up. It's so crazy how homesick  I am. I miss everything about California. But most of all I miss the little things like the tree outside my window, the sofa in the living room, and even my loud and obnoxious neighbors that used to annoy me so much. -sigh- I just wanna go home. I now understand how Sandy Cheeks from Spongebob Squarepants felt when she sang about how she misses Texas. If you're not familiar with it, well today's your lucky day because I put the video for it. (:

I'm MOVING !! :(

I've known for about a month now that I have to leave my home in sunny Los Angeles, California due to personal family issues, but it didn't really hit me until today. Because as of today, I only have one day left until I'm off to Canada where my mom lives. This whole week has been crazy. I've been running around, desperately trying to fit everyone into my schedule, hoping to spend as much time with them as possible before I leave. I am very much depressed about the whole situation. I am going to be leaving the home that I've lived in for basically all of my life. To make matters worse, my dad will be all alone in the house because he won't be coming with me to Canada, which saddens me. I love my dad and I can't imagine not living with him. My older sister is also not coming but she lives in another house with her husband and baby, which is another reason why I'm so very depressed. My sister is my best friend and I can't believe I won't be able to hang out with her anymore and I won't be able to see my nephew grow up. Not to mention, I'm leaving just before my senior year and I won't be able to see my closest friends, some of whom I have known since elementary school. Of course there is always Facebook, but it's just not the same. And I won't even be able to graduate with them!! :( But despite all of this, still I shed no tears. While my best friend literally cries every time the topic of me leaving comes up, my eyes don't even water. I know I'm sad, but why am I not sad enough to be able to cry? It makes me feel so heartless. Or maybe I am more terrified than sad. After all, this is the first time I ever move away, let alone move away to a different country! What if I make no friends? What if I freeze to death? I'm so used to LA's hot weather, which can be all the way up to 110 degrees in the summer and sometimes even in the winter. But I hear winters in Canada are brutal. How am I going to survive that?!? What's worse is that I have to live with my mom, who I do not get along with at all. Most of my life, I never really lived with her, but whenever she came to visit, we would always get in fights. -sigh- I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I'll just have to take it day by day and hope for the best. Well, tomorrow's my flight. Wish me luck you guys!! :(

1st birthday !!

So my absolutely adorable nephew had his very first birthday during this Memorial Day weekend. I know, that was quite a while ago. Lol. But I haven't had time to post until now. ^_^ But it was so adorable because just a week before his big day, he finally learned to walk! It was perfect because it was just in time for his birthday. Before we would always try to make him walk, but he would be too lazy and just stick to crawling or he would just cry until we stopped making him walk. But then one day he just walked from the living room all the way to kitchen and he's been a walking machine ever since then. It's pretty cute actually because he can go all day long just walking all around the living room. Anyways, back to the birthday party. There were a lot of people there, mostly my sister's and my brother-in-law's friends who had little kids. My nephew was pretty overwhelmed with everyone there because he's in the "stranger anxiety" stage. But overall it was fun. We had games for the older kids (6 or 7 year olds). We let them hit the pinata and had them play musical chairs (my favorite game =P). 

This is a picture of me nephew eating his cake.

 

This is a picture of us as one big whole happy family <3.

Just a little Teacher Crush

It's true. I have a crush on my history teacher. But before you judge me, just hear me out. My teacher is not your typical chubby and bald teacher who looks to be a child molester. Oh no sir. My history teacher is absolutely far from it! This man is tall, tan, and HANDSOME. I am not exaggerating when I say that every girl in my class is head over heels for him. Apparently we are not the only ones. The girls who had him last year and the girls who had him 2 years ago and 3 years ago and so on and so on, were also under his love spell. But get this. He is 51 years old. Yes 51! Now, you may be thinking that we are all a bunch of sick little high school girls who are obsessed with old men. But trust me, on my first day in his class, I honestly thought he was barely in his thirties. When he eventually did reveal his age to us, everyone was in disbelief. That's just how young he truly looks! And not to mention, he gets more and more gorgeous with each passing day. He simply ages like wine. But the best part about him is his personality. He is just so funny and so animated. You can always find him cracking jokes and jumping from one side of the room to the other. I can go on and on about my little teacher crush, but you probably wouldn't read on. So I'll end it with a simple question. Do you have an odd crush on someone?

Finals Week!!

Final exams are the bane of my existence. I loathe, despise, abhor, and absolutely hate them. Why, you may ask? Simply because studying makes my brain hurt. For final exams, I have to study and memorize so much, that by the end of the day I'm so exhausted that I feel like I just ran a marathon! I hope I can survive this week, because after that SCHOOL'S OUT!!! :)

WTF?! Pregnant?!?!

So all throughout elementary school and one year of middle school, I had a group of friends made up of 6 girls, including me. And guess what? Four of them are pregnant. Well actually, scratch that. Three of them was pregnant sometime last year and already gave birth. But just this morning I discovered that another one of them is just a few months pregnant. I haven't really seen or talked to any of them since we went our separate ways after 6th grade, but I really did care for them then, and I honestly believed they would be successful in life. All of us were always in gifted classes in elementary school and honor classes in middle school and all the teachers bragged about how smart we were. Now the thought of them with babies at the age of 16 or 17 is mind-bottling, stupefying, unbelievable, and just plain WEIRD. All I can think is "how stupid can they be?!" While I'm here busting my butt in school in order to go to college, there they are getting impregnated by some immature teenage boy. Perhaps what bothers me the most is the fact that their friends think it's the best thing that could ever happen, as if the belly bump is the hottest accessory or something. I was on facebook and my friend posted she was 3 months pregnant and so many people pressed the 'like' button. Wow. Really? An impregnated teenage girl is something to like? Maybe I'm being too harsh. Maybe it's not entirely their fault. After all, the media seems to love glamorizing sex and pregnancy. For example, ABC Family, a channel meant for 'FAMILIES' to watch, have a show called "The Secret Life of the American Teenager." This show literally is solely based on sex, sex, and more sex. And basically everyone in the show is pregnant and they're all in HIGH SCHOOL. MTV also loves to glamorize sex. Just take a look at their shows: 16 and Pregnant, Teen Mom, and Skins. What is this world coming to???

I'm ADDICTED!!

It's official. I have an addiction. To what you may ask? Nope, not drugs or alcohol, or even shoes. I am addicted to the ever so tasty chocolate. But not just your average chocolate bar. No sir. I am addicted to Hershey's Symphony Chocolate, and it kicks every other chocolate bar's butt. It's so decadent and silky-smooth and it's impossible for me to put down! To be honest, I could probably just sit at home and eat this chocolate all day. Each bite is a little piece of heaven in my mouth. You all should really try it! :) Now please, do tell me your obsession. =P

Singing is my drug...

Singing feeds my lonely soul. It comforts me in the silence of the night, and it expresses the words that my heart is dying to tell. Singing has been my passion ever since I was around 5 or 6 years old. I would sing every song I knew and loved. Ironically enough, I don't like singing in front of my family. I don't exactly know why, but whenever they catch me singing I feel completely and utterly embarrassed almost as if they just caught me naked with a guy. I also don't like singing in front of my friends. Actually, scratch that. I LOVE singing with my friends, but  I don't sing seriously. It's more like screaming/singing at the top of my lungs and singing in a silly way. I don't know why I can't sing in front of my friends and family. Perhaps it is because I am at my most vulnerable when I am singing. It is when I pour my heart and soul, and it will only take one word of criticism to shatter me into pieces. So tell me, what is your passion?