Today I started working on a puzzle. For the longest time I've been itching to do one to feel like I do have brain cells and solving problem skills, @ least of how to match shapes. I have most of the border in place and already want to give up. Patience is not one of my strong points, but, it is nice attempting to put a puzzle together after 10 years of forgetting that they even existed.
Pitbull. I hang out with my pitbull that lives in my parent's basement while I am here visiting. When I go up the stairs our other dog is there--it's like every floor should have a different dog. The 3rd floor doesn't have one...and no, I am not the animal on the 3rd floor. Thanks for trying, though. My human interaction is with my Mom. I am definitely okay with this, being able to get away from everything. Seriously, though, with dial-up and horrid cell phone reception, I am not only in a different part of the world but in a different time wharp. I went back 10 years. DOes this mean I am 15?
I have a few more days of vaction time and then back into the world of having to sustain myself and get an education. Gawsh. Make it stop.
:)
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Pit-stop in Vegas
(this comes from my notebook. i wrote as i traveled. I met a lot of interesting ppl and i was asked several times if i was a writer to which my response was "no, i just do it for fun"...their response? You should be. Something to consinder, isn't it?)
The middle seat. Pilots wings. A heart. Chatter. Intellectual chatter...about brain structures. Nathan from my ward. Artificial nails. Fan adjustments. Limp bodies. Delays. Uncomfortable.
This is the sum of my enviroment. This one word will give everything away--Southwest.
The people behind me must really love school. The semester just ended but they are party poopers and insist on dragging it out. I am secretly jelous of the flow of the conversation. I wonder how dep the creases in their brains must be. I am positive I am older than them. Taking off.
I started chewing my gum a good 5 minutes ago when they announced we would be taking off to be prepared for this--but it's just the irony of my life--I have to keep waiting.
(off the plane waiting for my second flight)
Waiting. C14
I knew it. I should have gone to the bathroom before sitting in the perfect seat. This is the down-side of traveling alone...I can't just leave my sutff here. Nothing against Vegas but I'm not about to test it's honesty.
------i drew a picture in my notebook...will post in future-----
That older man to my right is the smartest person in the airport. As I walked what felt like an eternal annoyance of dodging inconsiderate travelers with their inablility to manage their luggage and small children I finally found my way to this perfect seat @ my gate close to the window. Just glancing to my left and i have not only a view of the adjacent red, orange, and blue southwest planes but a view of the dusty Vegas mountains contrasting the washed up royal blue clouds that are drapped by a blanket of salt and pepper clouds. Soon I will loose thsi spot to hit the bathroom that I missed on the way.
So, are you still wondering why this man is so smart? As we all know--and too well--the airport is full of things to buy--and I'm a sucker myself, whether it be a drink, meals, accessories, even massages--the airport has suddenly become a similarity to what is known as...Wal*mart. I took a break from writing and saw this simple man with his denim blue jeans and spalding shoes accompanied by a striped cream shirt and his trsuty wool suit coat, and let's not forget his Salt Lake 2002 olympic black cap. All this was very much his personality. Fit yet with his share of decades this man held in his hands a sandwich that still had teh plastic around the back part of it to protect his fingers from contaminating his home-made meal. Chewing ensued. (Who knows what is spread in an airport-or maybe he holds it that way out of habit). So-Senor Spalding had this mysterious sandwich in his hands, content, chewing, and totally denied the airport's enticements to buy, waste, and gamble. I wish i had more prucence like this good sir to my right.
Being smart doesn't look fancy--maybe it shows in the style--but I bet this man knows how to pinch a penny and has peaceful sleep knowing he was careful. The things you learn in the Las Vegas Airport.
The middle seat. Pilots wings. A heart. Chatter. Intellectual chatter...about brain structures. Nathan from my ward. Artificial nails. Fan adjustments. Limp bodies. Delays. Uncomfortable.
This is the sum of my enviroment. This one word will give everything away--Southwest.
The people behind me must really love school. The semester just ended but they are party poopers and insist on dragging it out. I am secretly jelous of the flow of the conversation. I wonder how dep the creases in their brains must be. I am positive I am older than them. Taking off.
I started chewing my gum a good 5 minutes ago when they announced we would be taking off to be prepared for this--but it's just the irony of my life--I have to keep waiting.
(off the plane waiting for my second flight)
Waiting. C14
I knew it. I should have gone to the bathroom before sitting in the perfect seat. This is the down-side of traveling alone...I can't just leave my sutff here. Nothing against Vegas but I'm not about to test it's honesty.
------i drew a picture in my notebook...will post in future-----
That older man to my right is the smartest person in the airport. As I walked what felt like an eternal annoyance of dodging inconsiderate travelers with their inablility to manage their luggage and small children I finally found my way to this perfect seat @ my gate close to the window. Just glancing to my left and i have not only a view of the adjacent red, orange, and blue southwest planes but a view of the dusty Vegas mountains contrasting the washed up royal blue clouds that are drapped by a blanket of salt and pepper clouds. Soon I will loose thsi spot to hit the bathroom that I missed on the way.
So, are you still wondering why this man is so smart? As we all know--and too well--the airport is full of things to buy--and I'm a sucker myself, whether it be a drink, meals, accessories, even massages--the airport has suddenly become a similarity to what is known as...Wal*mart. I took a break from writing and saw this simple man with his denim blue jeans and spalding shoes accompanied by a striped cream shirt and his trsuty wool suit coat, and let's not forget his Salt Lake 2002 olympic black cap. All this was very much his personality. Fit yet with his share of decades this man held in his hands a sandwich that still had teh plastic around the back part of it to protect his fingers from contaminating his home-made meal. Chewing ensued. (Who knows what is spread in an airport-or maybe he holds it that way out of habit). So-Senor Spalding had this mysterious sandwich in his hands, content, chewing, and totally denied the airport's enticements to buy, waste, and gamble. I wish i had more prucence like this good sir to my right.
Being smart doesn't look fancy--maybe it shows in the style--but I bet this man knows how to pinch a penny and has peaceful sleep knowing he was careful. The things you learn in the Las Vegas Airport.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Nine Days
A year goes by very quickly yet so slow at the same time. A year ago today I was still recovering from my apendix almost imploding inside my body and from having it surgically removed. That...feels like it happened more than a year ago. So much has changed, not just my lack of part of my digestive system.
I have a complete different set of friends, the job I always wanted, and a calling that I never guessed that I would have, yet I continue changing my mind all too often--just as I always do.
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I find that people say, "Oh, I'll never _______"--you fill in the blank. That has become quite the dangerous sentence. With time, that never becomes more than just a possiblity, (of course, withing the guidelines of the church. I am not talking about drinking or breaking a commandment, just our expectation of ourself or an idea.) Here's an example..."Oh, I'll never be a spanish major." BOOM. See, see! It became a reality.
I am a very concious person, I guess you can throw self concious in for fun but not really. More of the concious of what needs to be done, what needs to change. I have some deep thinking to do during this Christmas holiday of what I need to do to more fully enjoy what the Lord is giving me right now. He can shock me later w/ the nevers becoming realities.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Esticker
I just like emphasizing spanish words. Today I did it twice with "esticker" and "bulla". Ode to bulla. Bulla means noise. Esticker is the easy one...it just means sticker. I believe it is spelled the same way in spanish only the pronounce it with the e-sticker. I loved Peru for showing me that english is very much used in latin america, just with their pronunciation--and they have all the right.
With my missionaries today as we finished two sisters stayed after. They always stay after now to do a door contact with me. So, they did that and sometimes I really think I'm a horrid teacher. I want to laugh at inappropriate times...all the time. It's just......well, let's do an example. Today @ the end of class my missionaries insisted on playing a language game to practice the grammar principle they learned today. To sound like i know spanish i will tell you what it is called: present progressive/past progressive. Basically, that is saying something like "I am going, I was going, we were going, etc.". So, my missionaries wanted to do a review about it involving a game. I am rolling my eyes @ myself right now. So, I asked them to clean up their tables and get a piece of paper out. I look over @ one of my Elder's desk and chuckled to myself. Then I say things that I probably should retain to myself, but it was so tempting. This is how it went down:
Yo (me): "Elder sabe q significa la palabra pais?"
el (him): "Umm....no"
yo: "Los estado unidos es un pais, Peru es un pais, Colombia es un pais, Ecuador es un pais, Australia es un pais....q significa pais?"
el: "ummm..."
the rest of the class got it for him. Okay, actually he guessed something completely out there and i had to hold back my laugh which my Hermanas totally called me out on! I wish i had a better memory to tell this story. Sadly, it all leaves me not long after...
Then I continued
yo: "Okay Elder, su mesa me recuerda de italia, el pais"
el: "I look like italy?"
yo: laughing. "No, su MESA me recuerda de italia. ?Q significa mesa, elder?
el: "I have no idea. You want me to put everything away?"
yo: "No Elder. *then I started to do movements with my hands and started to immitate me. It was the funniest thing i could have ever seen." I continued to say and make awkward hand movements to try to explain like sign language: "Cuando miro a su mesa y le veo a usted pienso en italia, el pais."
After a while of the class holding back and letting him figure it out he said,
"Oh, when you look at my desk you think of italy."
yo: Si, veo a las cosas encima y pienso en el torre...el torre de piza.
His desk was full of books but it was sort of like this: scriptures, preach my gospel, hymn book, another PMG in spanish, notebeook....that's not exactlythe most orderly stack of books...i love it. I love the weird things people do. I find them funny while no one else does.
He started to laugh and apologized. I didn't want an apology, i just find humor in random things that probably don't need to be said. I dig it.
I had to go back to work and have cleaning checks so tbc....(to be continued)
With my missionaries today as we finished two sisters stayed after. They always stay after now to do a door contact with me. So, they did that and sometimes I really think I'm a horrid teacher. I want to laugh at inappropriate times...all the time. It's just......well, let's do an example. Today @ the end of class my missionaries insisted on playing a language game to practice the grammar principle they learned today. To sound like i know spanish i will tell you what it is called: present progressive/past progressive. Basically, that is saying something like "I am going, I was going, we were going, etc.". So, my missionaries wanted to do a review about it involving a game. I am rolling my eyes @ myself right now. So, I asked them to clean up their tables and get a piece of paper out. I look over @ one of my Elder's desk and chuckled to myself. Then I say things that I probably should retain to myself, but it was so tempting. This is how it went down:
Yo (me): "Elder sabe q significa la palabra pais?"
el (him): "Umm....no"
yo: "Los estado unidos es un pais, Peru es un pais, Colombia es un pais, Ecuador es un pais, Australia es un pais....q significa pais?"
el: "ummm..."
the rest of the class got it for him. Okay, actually he guessed something completely out there and i had to hold back my laugh which my Hermanas totally called me out on! I wish i had a better memory to tell this story. Sadly, it all leaves me not long after...
Then I continued
yo: "Okay Elder, su mesa me recuerda de italia, el pais"
el: "I look like italy?"
yo: laughing. "No, su MESA me recuerda de italia. ?Q significa mesa, elder?
el: "I have no idea. You want me to put everything away?"
yo: "No Elder. *then I started to do movements with my hands and started to immitate me. It was the funniest thing i could have ever seen." I continued to say and make awkward hand movements to try to explain like sign language: "Cuando miro a su mesa y le veo a usted pienso en italia, el pais."
After a while of the class holding back and letting him figure it out he said,
"Oh, when you look at my desk you think of italy."
yo: Si, veo a las cosas encima y pienso en el torre...el torre de piza.
His desk was full of books but it was sort of like this: scriptures, preach my gospel, hymn book, another PMG in spanish, notebeook....that's not exactlythe most orderly stack of books...i love it. I love the weird things people do. I find them funny while no one else does.
He started to laugh and apologized. I didn't want an apology, i just find humor in random things that probably don't need to be said. I dig it.
I had to go back to work and have cleaning checks so tbc....(to be continued)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
5 hours until
Thanksgiving.
I am home in my apartment, and it’s freezing outside. Walking home became so painful that I started to run, granted the way I ran does not say anything about what type of person I am, but if it did, I would be judged immediately and would be assigned to the special Olympics.
It’s too cold for anyone human outside right now.
I am living off of the worst diet, honey nut cheerios and quesadillas. Yeah, I’m not really a fan either. I am thinking about some resolutions I can start participating in sooner than later, but, that will involve some serious commitment. All I know is that I’m getting tired of the same ‘ol same ‘ol. I could really go for some Thanksgiving dinner right now. Beam me up, Scotty only works on t.v. When will fantasy become reality?
It is not the same spending the holidays anywhere but home, but, it’s not too shabby at the same time. I am in love with the idea of Christmas. I love the smell of it, the songs, the time of year, and the celebration. It’s all for a good cause, and if it brings the world together, subconsciously or not to come unto Christ, then let’s do it.
Yes, that’s right, Thanksgiving comes first. I am grateful for Christmas. ;)
I am home in my apartment, and it’s freezing outside. Walking home became so painful that I started to run, granted the way I ran does not say anything about what type of person I am, but if it did, I would be judged immediately and would be assigned to the special Olympics.
It’s too cold for anyone human outside right now.
I am living off of the worst diet, honey nut cheerios and quesadillas. Yeah, I’m not really a fan either. I am thinking about some resolutions I can start participating in sooner than later, but, that will involve some serious commitment. All I know is that I’m getting tired of the same ‘ol same ‘ol. I could really go for some Thanksgiving dinner right now. Beam me up, Scotty only works on t.v. When will fantasy become reality?
It is not the same spending the holidays anywhere but home, but, it’s not too shabby at the same time. I am in love with the idea of Christmas. I love the smell of it, the songs, the time of year, and the celebration. It’s all for a good cause, and if it brings the world together, subconsciously or not to come unto Christ, then let’s do it.
Yes, that’s right, Thanksgiving comes first. I am grateful for Christmas. ;)
Monday, November 15, 2010
More grateful
I was wondering what the point of my blog was. It is not exactly a journal entry nor will it ever become one. o.O What would be worth looking @ and reading? Something that came into my mind was to write down as often as I remember what I am grateful for each day...so.... Staring...now...
November 15, 2010
Blessings:
-The song "Creere" by Tercer Cielo
(rock out to it, you won't regret it)
-a friend who randomly invited me to lunch today.
I feel the <3
-a ride to work (as i was walking there and thinking..."oh snap, I'm gonna be late again"---AWESOME? right? -My computer really isn't broken!
-I have people to look up to
-I got a package from my Madre today :)
-I got a package from my Madre today :)
-I got some extra shifts to cover @ work during Thanksgiving break=yay
-the creamery on 9th
-i found my BYU ID after a month of wondering where i had abandoned it.-I could offer wanted advise/counsel today
-I talked with my brother today
- a long and needed nap
- a long and needed nap
-the ability to change my mind!
-crunchy leaves to walk on
-Chipotle hot sauce in my cheese tortilla--it makes all the difference!-I feel like Heavenly Father listened to my prayers and is answering them little by little each day...
Sunday, September 26, 2010
a Quote
Being on facebook you come across many different statuses, some not so needful to know, some give you a chuckle, a repulsed response, apathy, and then there are some astounding and insightful quotes that get your mind thinking. Mine for the day is:"Don't make someone your priority while allowing yourself to simply be their option"
AMEN!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
ENT
If I learned ANYTHING from my Mom is what ENT means. She's my source of medical information. Ear-Nose-Throat. My ears, my nose, and my throat feel like they have been probed. Speaking with a clogged nose and caughing to create awkward moments is not my ideal situation. ENT...how i long for normality in that department.
Life is extremely busy these days. I feel like peanut butter, and all that I need to accomplish is a big piece of bread I need to be scrapped on. I am learning how to balance my schedule. I'd love to learn to be more organized but, man, am I stubborn...that takes time and discipline!!
Changing the subject...
I have officially decided to stop liking boys. DO NOT BE ALARMED. Yes, I am interested in men. No, I am NOT interested in women. It is more like, I find that there is no real point in liking a guy or even being remotely interested. Where has it gotten me? Let me give you the answer: Absolutely no where. Solution? I have no idea. I just figure, if it is right...it shouldn't be that hard or complicated. I guess the timing is off. Man, I need to go to get my watch checked, especially if my timing is off, wouldn't you say?
I need to go read my scriptures and get some shut eye, although I wish i could keep writing. Good night to the poor soul who is reading this. 'Til the next entry.
Life is extremely busy these days. I feel like peanut butter, and all that I need to accomplish is a big piece of bread I need to be scrapped on. I am learning how to balance my schedule. I'd love to learn to be more organized but, man, am I stubborn...that takes time and discipline!!
Changing the subject...
I have officially decided to stop liking boys. DO NOT BE ALARMED. Yes, I am interested in men. No, I am NOT interested in women. It is more like, I find that there is no real point in liking a guy or even being remotely interested. Where has it gotten me? Let me give you the answer: Absolutely no where. Solution? I have no idea. I just figure, if it is right...it shouldn't be that hard or complicated. I guess the timing is off. Man, I need to go to get my watch checked, especially if my timing is off, wouldn't you say?
I need to go read my scriptures and get some shut eye, although I wish i could keep writing. Good night to the poor soul who is reading this. 'Til the next entry.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Jumbled Thoughts
I have been meaning to write in my blog so much sooner than this, and of course, I am writing at almost one in the morning when my brain does not work as well nor as quickly, nevertheless, I have the ganas the desire/drive/ambition??? to write today. (Ganas is a hard word to translate for me).
In my pocketsize notebook that goes everywhere with me, i started to write about an experience I had @ BYU Laundry with a customer. I started this short story and never finished, but, I have the title:
"If You're Nice--You'll Be Taken Care of "
An Illens Dort, from the Department of Translation, came to the counter here @ BYU Luandry, where I co-exist with everyone else's dirty clothes but my own. His pleasant demeanor awaited me and as I approached the counter he calmly waited for me with his eight shirts anxious to be tagged and cleaned. I asked him if he'd been here within the last month because if not, we'ld have to re-put his information into our system. Giving me his last name I typed away and with relief clicked on his previously registered information. Happily, I informed Illens that the stystem recognized him, that we had him in the system, with which he slyly replied "I'm still alive." A smile took over the bottom half of my face to which the responisiblity of this action goes towards this tall, middle-aged African American man's humor. Again he spoke..."You have a beautiful smile." That comment, along with his charm and humor made me want to make sure his order was very well taken care of. If you're nice, you'll be taken care of, not just @ the laundromat.
Besides that story that happened over a week ago, so much happens that I forget about it. A lot of really great things have been happening in my life...i just lack one thing, but, we can't win them all.
I'll write again with more time and energy in the near future.
PAZ FUERA
In my pocketsize notebook that goes everywhere with me, i started to write about an experience I had @ BYU Laundry with a customer. I started this short story and never finished, but, I have the title:
An Illens Dort, from the Department of Translation, came to the counter here @ BYU Luandry, where I co-exist with everyone else's dirty clothes but my own. His pleasant demeanor awaited me and as I approached the counter he calmly waited for me with his eight shirts anxious to be tagged and cleaned. I asked him if he'd been here within the last month because if not, we'ld have to re-put his information into our system. Giving me his last name I typed away and with relief clicked on his previously registered information. Happily, I informed Illens that the stystem recognized him, that we had him in the system, with which he slyly replied "I'm still alive." A smile took over the bottom half of my face to which the responisiblity of this action goes towards this tall, middle-aged African American man's humor. Again he spoke..."You have a beautiful smile." That comment, along with his charm and humor made me want to make sure his order was very well taken care of. If you're nice, you'll be taken care of, not just @ the laundromat.
Besides that story that happened over a week ago, so much happens that I forget about it. A lot of really great things have been happening in my life...i just lack one thing, but, we can't win them all.
I'll write again with more time and energy in the near future.
PAZ FUERA
Thursday, August 19, 2010
What I found in my Spanish Scriptures
"President Monson quoted from a national magazine article by Arthur Gordon, who wrote that on the day his father had promised to take him and his younger brother to the circus his father received a phone call about some urgent business that required his attention downtown. They boys, prepared to be disapopinted, heard their father say, "No, I won't be down. It'll have to wait." They boys' mother said, "The circus keeps coming back, you know." To this, the father said, "I know, but childhood doesn't."
President Monson said, "If you do something that turns out not quite as you had planned, you can almost always put it right, get over it, learn from it. But once you've missed out on something, it's gone...
"Send that note to the friend you've been neglecting; give your chld a compliment and a hug; say, 'I love you' more; always express your thanks. Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved. Friends move away, children grow up, loved ones pass on. It's so easy to take others for granted, until that day when they're gone from our lives adn we are left with feelings of 'what if' and 'if only'...Let us relish life as we live it, find joy in the journey and share our love with friends and family. One day, each of us will run out of tomorrows. Let us not put off what is most important."
:) Dang, is he SO right!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Rocky
I feel like Rocky Balboa right now, more like @ the beginning of the movie where he is just fighting for his dreams and the good in life, but hasn't been given the greatest of circumstances to work with. A guy just looking for an opportunity...but opportunity doesn't exactly knock on his door. Balboa...Tartaglia...they are both Italian names. We are more similar than I suspected...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
From my favorite movie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKW9ZX5AgYI&feature=related
I feel just like the character singing from the movie Michael. Yup yup...
I feel just like the character singing from the movie Michael. Yup yup...
Monday, August 2, 2010
St Mark 1:35
I tried doing that, except it was @ night...it didn't seem to go all that well. There are mountains in Provo, not tooo far away, but, I did not have the energy to hike a mountain @ 12 in the morning, so I nice spot by the stadium where a shadow was cast. Following the example in Mark 1:35, i started to talk with my Heavenly Father with my ishuffle in my ear with some hymns in the background. The police managed to disrupt that.
He drove behind me, his lights shining on me, turned around, and then drove on the sidewalk in front of me. Not exactly how Christ must have experienced it, but, I was afraid the police offficer would ask me what I was doing, all by myself, a girl, on stairs in front of a football stadium staring off into ablivion. I was happy that I did not have to have a dialogue with the po-po tonight.
I'm home now, and, I think next time, I am going to find a more solitary place.
Monday, July 26, 2010
It smells like vomit.
It smells like vomit. Am I sitting next in airport terminal C14 awaiting my flight to SLC which is DELAYED…4 hours. I am sitting next to a giant stain where vomit once adorned the monotone carpet to my right. Flying is so inconvenient, yet, I depend on it so much. Usually, I am excited to leave Virginia and get back to Utah, but this time…not so much. Going back is more like the situation I find myself in…nauseating and painful. Excuse me, I might add to the carpet stain.
ONE of the true ironies behind airports is that they are starting to charge you for your luggage when the flight is expensive enough in the first place, and now, they make you pay for the Wi-Fi. Here was my conversation, my brief conversation, with the lady behind the desk after I spent a good 10 minutes in denial that my “free” Wi-Fi would work if I just tried harder. Reluctant to even ask I decided to face it and just ask.
Me: “Hi, quick question. Is there free Wi-Fi?
Lady behind the desk: “Yeah, but they charge you.”
(in my head I wondered why she said “yeah” when the answer REALLY should have been “NO, it’s not free. We are in an economic crisis and we, Delta Airlines, are milking it for everything it’s worth. We suffer so you suffer, and we take advantage.”)
Me: Some airports do that (implying the lack of free internet access--like this one)
Lady behind the desk: “Yeaahhh.” With a false apologetic look on her face and with a wrinkle in her nose as her eyes went back to her computer screen, where she was probably using her FREE internet.
Me: Oh, okay, well thanks.
I refuse to pay the fee. Who me?—no, I’m not bitter. O_____________________o
Friday, July 9, 2010
Frogs vs. Dogs vs. Diana
Today, I let my dogs outside and noticed them smelling a frog about the size of the tip of a thumb sitting right in front of the door. Great. I immediatley got nervous that they would attempt to eat it or even kill it, by past experience. My parents currently have 3 dogs. Bullet is my brother Phillip's beagle who decided to move in with the rents. He's a major grouch, it probably has to do with the fact that he was abussed before Phillip rescued him from the pound a few years back. All he requires is occassional attention and all he truly asks for is a couch to sleep on and food in his bowl. He's the perfect dog, just a little anti-social.
Next, we have Lady, my parent's dog that they got a year ago from the neighborhood pound. My own Father confuses her name with mine on occassion (and is most likely done on purpose), don't ask me how or why. My Mom calls her "gringa", probably because she's white and blond. I hoenstly think she'd make the perfect wife for Jacob--you know, from the Twilight movies--but she can only marry the wolf verison of him. That'd be awkward if it was any other way. Unless, she could turn into a human version of herself--but this is requiring too much thinking and figuring out to even make sense. She is just over a year old, and is the "big sister" for our newest addition to the dog pack--Chiquitita.
Chiquitita is a pitbull. Her real name is Amanda, obviously named by my brother Simone, and is technically his dog still. (They all somehow manage to make their way to my parent's house).Who can call a dog a human name like Amanda? My Mom one day called her Chiquitita--meaning: little one, little girl? My Dad gets the award for slottering the pronunciation of the name, on purpose, of course, and calls her Chiquilila. That is just the wrong way to say Chiquitita.
So, I let the two girls outside where we found the thumb-sized version of this frog. It was actually reallllly cute so I picked it up and set it beyond the exterior of our fence, to avoid it's death. I did not want to witness it's slotter. Then, the dogs got distracted on my other side. When I looked over I saw what was destracting them. A disgustingly oversized frog-toad-thing. I really can't tell the difference between a frog and a toad, but if toad means it's uglier, then it was a toad. They sniffed it and the this beast of an amphibian.It startled me because I was concerned about a few things: one, that one of the dogs would bite it's head off, just like Madison with the turtle, and second, i was worried that if I attempted to pick it up to put it out of harms way, it would pee all over me, like that one time when I was eight, and I picked up a frog. I was very excited about it, and I guess, so was the frog because his defense mechanism kicked it by peeing on me it got me to drop it. I did not want to be peed on again. Sick. I was officially grodied* out.
I'm happy to report that after holding the dogs back and giving the frog time to escape, it managed to jump it's way into the corner. I womaned up and did it, I grabbed the sucker between my fingers and placed it gently in the grass beyond the fence, with the mini-version of itself. I saved a frog tonight. Someone had to do it. Better me than the dogs...right?
*grodied= probably not even in the dictionary, meaning: to be grossed out
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Traveling
It doesn't feel like Sunday at all--at all. I almost put my itunes on of my favorite jams and favorite playlist but realized what day it was, so, now I am listening to that song that I adored on my mission while serving in one of my areas:Tumbes, Peru. You know how you can associate places with songs or smells or people? I associate Tumbes with many things, but mostly with this song because I think I listened to this song for a good month on repeat until I probably made my companion trunky to go home and get away from my awkward habits. I still could listen to it on repeat and have the same feelings about it as I did then--pensive ones of who they are singing about. Listen to the song...here it is in spanish (the version I am listening to now:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfmvDOAzosY&feature=related
I'll find it in english:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDjjxJDc0Xs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kh5uxRNd-xk&feature=related (different version but I like it!)
Ah, they both touch my spirit, it brings to a different level within myself, able to think outside my capabilities. When I like something, I like it and can listen to it or see it over and over again and puts my mind on a different plain. Just ask my brother Simone, haha, he grew up with me and knows how I can get when I truly like something. When I liked a certain movie as a kid (and MANY I did like, but let's say GREASE for now), I would watch it, rewind it (yes, VHS's, baby), and then watch it again. I couldn't get enough of it, perhaps I get it from my own Mother who taped Under the Sea,(from the Little Mermaid), for us as kids and we would dance to it often. When I was 14 she taped the song You'll Be in My Heart, by Phil Collins, onto a tape back in 1999 and when we went to King's Dominion we listened to it the whole way down--a 2 hour drive playing the same song, and not once did I wish the song would change. Not everyone is like that, but I am.
I started to make a list of things to do for the next few weeks. I still haven't gotten my ticket back to Utah, but, it doesn't mean I won't come back! In fact, I have to! ha. But, here is my list:
>Go to the library and finish reading the book I always borrow and never finish:
Between A Rock and a Hard Place (It's about the guy who went to Moah, UT and got his arm stuck between a giant rock and a boulder and had to cut it off after a few days or die there, alone, and unseen.)
Also, to read other books: Papel Mojado, the Book of Mormon again, All the Conference Talks from this past April, the Biography of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, and probably a few books about writing.
>Write a few papers (for myself)
I have a few topics:
What makes a good leader?
Why was Washington an inspiring general, even until this day?
I will continue to make more questions to write on so I can have topics. I feel
like I will be doing homework assigned by myself, weird?
> Workout
duh.
> Art
I want to draw portraits again, at least one.
>Teach the puppy how to do tricks
her name is Amanda (thanks to my brother...hmm) but my Mom calls her: "Chiquitita". My Dad calls her: "Chiquilila". haha--he does it on purpose. So, that animal, I will teach it tricks.
For now, that is "the list".
Well, I have nothing more to say, and I have an hour and 20 minutes to kill still...umm....I wonder if I'll ever live in NY someday...I like the diversity...
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independence_Day_%28United_States%29
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Hit and Miss
So, I misjudged the use of my time, and totally didn't workout today nor will I. I am toooooo tired. But, i was thinking....there is no reason can't should be in my vocabulary. I say "can't" a lot. I "can't" do this because...I haven't learned it yet.... I "can't" do that because I am not as talented as (insert name here) ....no...why do we allow ourselves to think that way. I am in a mood of no "can'ts". It's fabulous. I hope it lasts....I can read my scritpures and sleep now so I have energy in the morning. night. (Ironic post, eh?)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
What to Wait For
My old roommate from last January '09 and friend from Virginia called me. What's the scoop? She's engaged! The story of how they met and how it happened is how it should be. He was her waiter @ Tucanos, he left her his number...she called, and he did all the work from there--calling, persuing, everything. Just as it SHOULD BE.
A quote with good recommendations. This is how it should happen.
**Wait for the guy who pursues you. One who will make an ordinary moment seem magical; a kind of guy who brings out the best in you. Wait for the guy who will be your best friend, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time no matter what the circumstances. Wait for the guy who makes you smile like no one else and when he smiles you know he needs you. Wait for the guy who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats and have no makeup on, but appreciates it when you get all dolled up for him. Most of all, wait for the guy who will put you at the center of his universe, beacuse that's where you belong.**
Friday, June 4, 2010
?Love?
I found what I wrote for my Creative Writing final in December. I actually liked my piece. The prompt was, "What is love?" In red--is my response.
LOVE
The epidemic is so great that there are doctors for this sort of thing. There is no cure. There is no logic behind it. The treatment given when the symptoms kick is not 100 percent. With few survivors of its repercussions, many have been affected by this unknown feeling with a blissful life while others seem to vanish away, darkened and suicidal from lethal side effects. Some see it as the plague and others as a vaccine. It’s quite unexplainable. Love is curious and strikes at any given moment.
It is the unavoidable demon of some, possessing them at first sight. How can one be infatuated with someone with whom no words were exchanged? Incompressible. How many times have we walked by a restaurant on an empty stomach--looking through the glass to see the comfortably seated eater-outers smiling and nodding as their taste buds dance? Do you smell that? Can you can taste it. It’s so irresistible and next thing you know, you’re at the table next to the man that you were envying with his hamburger in hand. You even envy the mustard stain on his tie. For some, love has a similar effect. You see. You like. You love.
Love is the closest we can get to godliness--because it produces a sense of fulfillment gotten from no other source but from giving to another. To love and win--what an envy! To love and loose--the fate of many. That is why it can be so demonous…love is a poker game, the odds of winning and loosing are unknown as we stare down at 2 cards laying on a table. Hit…me?
LOVE
The epidemic is so great that there are doctors for this sort of thing. There is no cure. There is no logic behind it. The treatment given when the symptoms kick is not 100 percent. With few survivors of its repercussions, many have been affected by this unknown feeling with a blissful life while others seem to vanish away, darkened and suicidal from lethal side effects. Some see it as the plague and others as a vaccine. It’s quite unexplainable. Love is curious and strikes at any given moment.
According to Sophocles, this “one word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.“ Did he confuse this word with chocolate? To tell you the truth, my observation of love is just the opposite.
It is the unavoidable demon of some, possessing them at first sight. How can one be infatuated with someone with whom no words were exchanged? Incompressible. How many times have we walked by a restaurant on an empty stomach--looking through the glass to see the comfortably seated eater-outers smiling and nodding as their taste buds dance? Do you smell that? Can you can taste it. It’s so irresistible and next thing you know, you’re at the table next to the man that you were envying with his hamburger in hand. You even envy the mustard stain on his tie. For some, love has a similar effect. You see. You like. You love.
Love is the closest we can get to godliness--because it produces a sense of fulfillment gotten from no other source but from giving to another. To love and win--what an envy! To love and loose--the fate of many. That is why it can be so demonous…love is a poker game, the odds of winning and loosing are unknown as we stare down at 2 cards laying on a table. Hit…me?
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Los besos del viento by: Diana Tartaglia
No fue mucho tiempo después que Santa nos visitó cuando un día mi hermano y yo nos emocionamos por montar nuestras bicicletas pero pensándolo bien, no sabíamos manejarlas. Momentos como estos era los que mi madre disfrutaba con la única intención de poder ayudarnos.
- ¡Vamos afuera para aprender! Vamos niños-
- ¡Sí, vamos!
Corríamos a recoger nuestras bicicletas y como soldados en una fila esperábamos en la pista del barrio con nuestros regalos lindos hechos de metal y ruedas brillantes. Y estaba tan emocionada como cualquier voluntario que me ofrecí a ser la primera persona para aprender. Mi madre sujetó la silla y sentándome encima de mi bicicleta ella caminó conmigo mientras empezaba a esforzarme para hacer que las ruedas giraran y nos moviéramos juntas.
Como un perro con la cabeza fuera de la ventana en un auto así me sentía, estaba tan feliz y contenta hasta q me di cuenta q la mano de mi madre no estaba en mi silla. De pronto, vi que ella estaba muy lejos de mí y yo estaba yendo en una velocidad desconocida por no estar en un auto. Aceleré la velocidad y sentí los besos del viento en mi rostro mientras disfrutaba la experiencia de poder hacer algo nuevo por primera vez en mi vida.
Recordé que era humana y en donde estaba. Ahora quería ver el progreso de mi hermano, porque él iba detrás de mí. Vi algo muy diferente a mi experiencia. Intentaba montar su bicicleta pero cada vez que mi madre soltaba el asiento, mi hermano sentía que no podía hacerlo solo. Intentaron una y otra vez sin éxito. Vi la expresión de mi hermano derrotado. Sabía que él quería regresar a su mundo de videojuegos y nunca más aprender cómo hacerlo. Seguí dando vueltas por el barrio y cada vez que miraba a mi hermano también veía el rostro de felicidad y esperanza que tenía mi madre.
Mi madre no se cansó y no dejó que mi hermano entrara a casa hasta que lograra superar su desafío y debilidad. Con el amor que ella nos tiene y por entender la importancia de no aceptar una derrota, lo animó y ayudó. Fueron muchas caídas las que mi hermano tuvo ese día pero también se levantó por la mano de alguien que le ama y así fue cómo aprendió a montar su bicicleta. No hay éxito mejor que ver alguien que uno ama alcanzando una meta. Y que satisfacción recibí al jugar y recibir los besos del viento con alguien a mi lado, alguien a quien respeto como es mi hermano.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Good Talk
Developing Good Judgment and Not Judging Others
Elder Gregory A. Schwitzer
Of the Seventy
Good judgment is needed not only in understanding people but also in facing decisions that often lead us to or away from our Heavenly Father.
We live in a world in which many situations require us to make judgments that are often difficult. Yet the Savior gave the commandment to “judge not” our fellowman.1 How can we do this and still exercise good judgment in a world full of deception and corruption? We must judge well when making critical decisions in each phase of our life, such as choosing friends, finding an eternal companion, or choosing an occupation that will allow us to care for our family and serve the Lord. Although the Savior asked us not to judge others, He still expects us to use excellent judgment.
We may often find ourselves making quick judgments about people, which can change or redefine our relationships with them. Often incorrect judgments are made because of limited information or because we do not see beyond that which is immediately in front of us.
By way of illustration, the story is often told of the time when Jesus visited the home of Mary and Martha, who lived in Bethany with their brother, Lazarus. It was a welcome place for the Master, where He could rest and enjoy the surroundings of a righteous home. During one of His visits, Martha was busy preparing a meal and Mary elected to sit at the Master’s feet to receive His instruction.
“But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? . . .
“And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
“But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”2
Many Sunday lessons have been taught using this story which have cast Martha in a lesser position in terms of her faith. Yet there is another story of this great woman, Martha, which gives us a deeper view of her understanding and testimony. It happened when the Savior arrived to raise her brother, Lazarus, from the dead. On this occasion it was Martha whom we find going to Jesus “as soon as she heard” He was coming. As she meets Him, she says that she knows that “whatsoever [He would] ask of God, God [would] give [Him].”
Christ then shared with Martha the great doctrine of the resurrection, saying:
“I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
“And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?”
She responded with her powerful testimony: “Yea, Lord: I believe that thou art the Christ, the Son of God, which should come into the world.”3
How often has Martha been misjudged as being a person who cared more for the deeds of doing than for the Spirit? However, her testimony in the trial of her brother’s death clearly shows the depth of her understanding and faith.
Many a sister has often heard the first story and wondered if she were a Mary or a Martha, yet the truth lies in knowing the whole person and in using good judgment. By knowing more about Martha, we find she was actually a person of deep spiritual character who had a bold and daring testimony of the Savior’s mission and His divine power over life. A misjudgment of Martha may have caused us not to know the true nature of this wonderful woman.
On a personal level, as a young physician I learned a great lesson about making quick judgments. While I was working a midnight shift in an emergency department, a young man and his wife came in because she was suffering some severe pain. From their dress and hygiene, it was easy to see that theirs had been a rough life. His hair was ill kempt and very long. Their clothing had not been washed for some time, and the effects of a rough life were written on both of their faces.
After an examination, I sat down with him to explain the problem and discuss the treatment. This man looked at me with a deep clarity of love that is rarely experienced and asked with all the love of a caring husband, “Doctor, will my dear wife be all right?” At that moment, I felt the Spirit testify that he was a child of God and saw in his eyes the evidence of the Savior. This man truly projected love for another, and I had misjudged him. It was a lesson that left a lasting impression.
Good judgment is needed not only in understanding people but also in facing decisions that often lead us to or away from our Heavenly Father. As I look back over my own personal life, I can see many instances in which a slight change of course based on poor judgment would have led me far from where the Lord wanted me to be—decisions like having a family while obtaining an education, being active in all aspects of the gospel, paying tithes and offerings when income was severely limited, and accepting callings at difficult times, which helped me to understand more about sacrifice. Many blessings in life are missed because worldly judgment was applied to what was really a spiritual decision.
There are many characteristics of people who have developed good judgment. I would offer four guides for developing such judgment in making important decisions.
First, put your own personal standards in alignment with the gospel of Jesus Christ. A person can never be a good judge without the gospel of Jesus Christ as a reference. The gospel has a long and successful record of guiding people to happiness. Some of the world’s ideas leave mankind adrift to try to define their own standards. Because of this, we hear phrases like “a new morality.” This phrase is deceptive! The standards of morality are eternal and have not changed; neither should we try to discover a new interpretation of them. For the youth these standards are written in the pamphlet For the Strength of Youth. These standards are clearly aligned with the gospel of Jesus Christ and are intended to continue through adult life. Perhaps it would be good for us as adults to study and apply this pamphlet to our lives.
Second, listen to the messages of the living prophet. How many poor financial judgments would have been avoided had we listened to the years of advice given through our prophets about avoiding risky speculation and following a careful budget to avoid consumer debt? How many marriages would have been saved by using good judgment in avoiding media that lead to pornographic addiction and heartache? Each general conference and Church magazine contains advice from the prophets which, if applied, will lead us to good judgment. We are left without excuse when we ignore them.
Third, cultivate with the Holy Spirit a relationship of listening. We are given the gift of the Holy Ghost after our baptism, but often we leave this gift on the shelf, forgetting that He will help us in the most important judgments of our lives. The Lord gave us this gift, knowing we would face difficult decisions in life. Listening to this voice is vital in developing good judgment. A relationship of listening often requires a quiet environment in which we can take time to ponder and hear the still, small voice. This peaceful environment is both external and internal. Therefore, it is more than shutting off the music of the world or the blare of other media; it is also shutting off the noise of sin that is internal to our soul. This will open the communication with the Spirit, which is so badly needed.
Christ said: “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”4 The peace that comes from listening to the Holy Spirit removes the fear of making a poor judgment in life.
Fourth, keep the commandments. The willingness to keep God’s commandments opens to us many promised blessings. The Book of Mormon, in addition to being another testament of Jesus Christ, is a book about the results of keeping and not keeping commandments. The Lord said to Nephi in the second chapter of his first book, “Inasmuch as ye shall keep my commandments, ye shall prosper.”5
This same promise was repeated by almost every major prophet in the Book of Mormon. A thousand years of history is then recorded which bears witness that these things are true. And the same message applies to us today. Good judgment is best learned and practiced within the bounds the Lord sets by giving us commandments.
I testify that when we face difficult decisions and follow these guidelines, we can know better how we should judge. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
NOTES
1. Matthew 7:1. See also Matthew 7:1, footnote a; from Joseph Smith Translation, where the Savior commands us to “judge not unrighteously.”
2. Luke 10:40–42.
3. See John 11:20–27.
4. John 14:27.
5. 1 Nephi 2:20.
Elder Gregory A. Schwitzer
Of the Seventy
Good judgment is needed not only in understanding people but also in facing decisions that often lead us to or away from our Heavenly Father.
We live in a world in which many situations require us to make judgments that are often difficult. Yet the Savior gave the commandment to “judge not” our fellowman.1 How can we do this and still exercise good judgment in a world full of deception and corruption? We must judge well when making critical decisions in each phase of our life, such as choosing friends, finding an eternal companion, or choosing an occupation that will allow us to care for our family and serve the Lord. Although the Savior asked us not to judge others, He still expects us to use excellent judgment.
We may often find ourselves making quick judgments about people, which can change or redefine our relationships with them. Often incorrect judgments are made because of limited information or because we do not see beyond that which is immediately in front of us.
By way of illustration, the story is often told of the time when Jesus visited the home of Mary and Martha, who lived in Bethany with their brother, Lazarus. It was a welcome place for the Master, where He could rest and enjoy the surroundings of a righteous home. During one of His visits, Martha was busy preparing a meal and Mary elected to sit at the Master’s feet to receive His instruction.
“But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? . . .
“And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
“But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”2
Many Sunday lessons have been taught using this story which have cast Martha in a lesser position in terms of her faith. Yet there is another story of this great woman, Martha, which gives us a deeper view of her understanding and testimony. It happened when the Savior arrived to raise her brother, Lazarus, from the dead. On this occasion it was Martha whom we find going to Jesus “as soon as she heard” He was coming. As she meets Him, she says that she knows that “whatsoever [He would] ask of God, God [would] give [Him].”
Christ then shared with Martha the great doctrine of the resurrection, saying:
“I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
“And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?”
She responded with her powerful testimony: “Yea, Lord: I believe that thou art the Christ, the Son of God, which should come into the world.”3
How often has Martha been misjudged as being a person who cared more for the deeds of doing than for the Spirit? However, her testimony in the trial of her brother’s death clearly shows the depth of her understanding and faith.
Many a sister has often heard the first story and wondered if she were a Mary or a Martha, yet the truth lies in knowing the whole person and in using good judgment. By knowing more about Martha, we find she was actually a person of deep spiritual character who had a bold and daring testimony of the Savior’s mission and His divine power over life. A misjudgment of Martha may have caused us not to know the true nature of this wonderful woman.
On a personal level, as a young physician I learned a great lesson about making quick judgments. While I was working a midnight shift in an emergency department, a young man and his wife came in because she was suffering some severe pain. From their dress and hygiene, it was easy to see that theirs had been a rough life. His hair was ill kempt and very long. Their clothing had not been washed for some time, and the effects of a rough life were written on both of their faces.
After an examination, I sat down with him to explain the problem and discuss the treatment. This man looked at me with a deep clarity of love that is rarely experienced and asked with all the love of a caring husband, “Doctor, will my dear wife be all right?” At that moment, I felt the Spirit testify that he was a child of God and saw in his eyes the evidence of the Savior. This man truly projected love for another, and I had misjudged him. It was a lesson that left a lasting impression.
Good judgment is needed not only in understanding people but also in facing decisions that often lead us to or away from our Heavenly Father. As I look back over my own personal life, I can see many instances in which a slight change of course based on poor judgment would have led me far from where the Lord wanted me to be—decisions like having a family while obtaining an education, being active in all aspects of the gospel, paying tithes and offerings when income was severely limited, and accepting callings at difficult times, which helped me to understand more about sacrifice. Many blessings in life are missed because worldly judgment was applied to what was really a spiritual decision.
There are many characteristics of people who have developed good judgment. I would offer four guides for developing such judgment in making important decisions.
First, put your own personal standards in alignment with the gospel of Jesus Christ. A person can never be a good judge without the gospel of Jesus Christ as a reference. The gospel has a long and successful record of guiding people to happiness. Some of the world’s ideas leave mankind adrift to try to define their own standards. Because of this, we hear phrases like “a new morality.” This phrase is deceptive! The standards of morality are eternal and have not changed; neither should we try to discover a new interpretation of them. For the youth these standards are written in the pamphlet For the Strength of Youth. These standards are clearly aligned with the gospel of Jesus Christ and are intended to continue through adult life. Perhaps it would be good for us as adults to study and apply this pamphlet to our lives.
Second, listen to the messages of the living prophet. How many poor financial judgments would have been avoided had we listened to the years of advice given through our prophets about avoiding risky speculation and following a careful budget to avoid consumer debt? How many marriages would have been saved by using good judgment in avoiding media that lead to pornographic addiction and heartache? Each general conference and Church magazine contains advice from the prophets which, if applied, will lead us to good judgment. We are left without excuse when we ignore them.
Third, cultivate with the Holy Spirit a relationship of listening. We are given the gift of the Holy Ghost after our baptism, but often we leave this gift on the shelf, forgetting that He will help us in the most important judgments of our lives. The Lord gave us this gift, knowing we would face difficult decisions in life. Listening to this voice is vital in developing good judgment. A relationship of listening often requires a quiet environment in which we can take time to ponder and hear the still, small voice. This peaceful environment is both external and internal. Therefore, it is more than shutting off the music of the world or the blare of other media; it is also shutting off the noise of sin that is internal to our soul. This will open the communication with the Spirit, which is so badly needed.
Christ said: “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”4 The peace that comes from listening to the Holy Spirit removes the fear of making a poor judgment in life.
Fourth, keep the commandments. The willingness to keep God’s commandments opens to us many promised blessings. The Book of Mormon, in addition to being another testament of Jesus Christ, is a book about the results of keeping and not keeping commandments. The Lord said to Nephi in the second chapter of his first book, “Inasmuch as ye shall keep my commandments, ye shall prosper.”5
This same promise was repeated by almost every major prophet in the Book of Mormon. A thousand years of history is then recorded which bears witness that these things are true. And the same message applies to us today. Good judgment is best learned and practiced within the bounds the Lord sets by giving us commandments.
I testify that when we face difficult decisions and follow these guidelines, we can know better how we should judge. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
NOTES
1. Matthew 7:1. See also Matthew 7:1, footnote a; from Joseph Smith Translation, where the Savior commands us to “judge not unrighteously.”
2. Luke 10:40–42.
3. See John 11:20–27.
4. John 14:27.
5. 1 Nephi 2:20.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Emergency Exit Only
Location: BYU Wilkinson's center
Time: Lunch time --approx 1:40pm
Occurance: complete and utter surprise and inside laughter
I tried to avoid it, but, I had to. I bought lunch. Five dollars worth spent on a spinach wrap with my wheat role--there is so much to do today and I am excited about the movie I will be watching later on campus Babes in Toyland. I don't even care that I will go alone, that's how excited I am.
I chose a table where to sit to enjoy my buy in the food court area on campus-- somewhat close to the window and layed all my stuff out( which is basically my backpack, little notebook). Once I found my location I tried to behave myslef: to eat as appropriate as i could-- you know, the whole whipping my face with a napkin and such, in case anyone looked my way...i wouldn't compeletly revolt them with my poppyseed dressing dripping along my face (classy, right?).
I looked ahead of me and there was this dark-haired guy sitting and smiling @ his laptop. I assumed he was video chatting with someone since his laptop was faced toward the wall when normally the seat was the placed in the opposite direction that he had it. That the detective side of me observing.
I also saw another guy, head phones on--enthralled in what was flashing across his laptop screen. He was sitting by a pair of doors that across them reads in big red and black letters: Emergency Exit Only. Taking bites out of my green wrap kept me busy, and I looked away. That distracted me, along with doing the math of how much money I would be making a month for the summer if I were to stay in Utah, deducting rent, food,and seeing my not-so-great profit.
Video camera guy packed up his things and walked by me on his way to the exit, then he came back...(perhaps he did not find the exit?) and started walking towards the laptop-headphones guy....you know, the one sitting by the emergency exit.
Video camera guy walked through those doors...the ones that you always think.are the perfect exit until you are 3 feet away and can see the writing that only if the whole building is on fire and if you have three people on your back and if you are holding a small baby then it's okay to go through them. When video camera guy was going for the exit...I just looked at him with a look of concern as did the laptop-headphones guy. Laptop-headphones guy even looked up towards the top of the doors and ceiling since he was facing the doors and was only 2 feet away from them max. He expected an alarm to go off--as did I.
Flabergasting.
A got over it. Until laptop-headphones guy packed up too and tried going out the emergency exit doors. He pushed against them with his "manly" force just to be reprocushioned back. The look on his face of strain and rejection was obvious. He walked away defeated and exited out of the doors all of us normal law-abiding folk do since we can read "Emergency Exit Only".
I chuckled. Maybe laptop-headphones guy didn't have a legit emergency as did the emergency exit forces denied him and not video camera guy. I hope to be worthy to pass someday.
Time: Lunch time --approx 1:40pm
Occurance: complete and utter surprise and inside laughter
I tried to avoid it, but, I had to. I bought lunch. Five dollars worth spent on a spinach wrap with my wheat role--there is so much to do today and I am excited about the movie I will be watching later on campus Babes in Toyland. I don't even care that I will go alone, that's how excited I am.
I chose a table where to sit to enjoy my buy in the food court area on campus-- somewhat close to the window and layed all my stuff out( which is basically my backpack, little notebook). Once I found my location I tried to behave myslef: to eat as appropriate as i could-- you know, the whole whipping my face with a napkin and such, in case anyone looked my way...i wouldn't compeletly revolt them with my poppyseed dressing dripping along my face (classy, right?).
I looked ahead of me and there was this dark-haired guy sitting and smiling @ his laptop. I assumed he was video chatting with someone since his laptop was faced toward the wall when normally the seat was the placed in the opposite direction that he had it. That the detective side of me observing.
I also saw another guy, head phones on--enthralled in what was flashing across his laptop screen. He was sitting by a pair of doors that across them reads in big red and black letters: Emergency Exit Only. Taking bites out of my green wrap kept me busy, and I looked away. That distracted me, along with doing the math of how much money I would be making a month for the summer if I were to stay in Utah, deducting rent, food,and seeing my not-so-great profit.
Video camera guy packed up his things and walked by me on his way to the exit, then he came back...(perhaps he did not find the exit?) and started walking towards the laptop-headphones guy....you know, the one sitting by the emergency exit.
Video camera guy walked through those doors...the ones that you always think.are the perfect exit until you are 3 feet away and can see the writing that only if the whole building is on fire and if you have three people on your back and if you are holding a small baby then it's okay to go through them. When video camera guy was going for the exit...I just looked at him with a look of concern as did the laptop-headphones guy. Laptop-headphones guy even looked up towards the top of the doors and ceiling since he was facing the doors and was only 2 feet away from them max. He expected an alarm to go off--as did I.
Flabergasting.
A got over it. Until laptop-headphones guy packed up too and tried going out the emergency exit doors. He pushed against them with his "manly" force just to be reprocushioned back. The look on his face of strain and rejection was obvious. He walked away defeated and exited out of the doors all of us normal law-abiding folk do since we can read "Emergency Exit Only".
I chuckled. Maybe laptop-headphones guy didn't have a legit emergency as did the emergency exit forces denied him and not video camera guy. I hope to be worthy to pass someday.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
30 Minutes to Kill
So, the bus comes in 30 minutes and i decided I could waste my life away on facebook, check my already checked emails, or...write in my blog. Granted, I really have nothing profound to say, but hey, I have 30 minutes to kill.
This week has already been the extreme of long--extremely long. (Good one, huh? I thought so too.)
I have had some pretty boring moments but then some worth talking about things happen to me. First and foremost, I will warn all of you who actually take the time to read my blog...to BEWARE OF THE BYU HEATH CENTER--Well, more of..BEWARE OF GETTING BLOOD DRAWN FROM THE BYU HEALTH CENTER. Did you read that with a cool voice of warning? If not, please go back and re-read it with enthusiasm and fright. Thank you.
Yeah, I had an appointment to visit with a Dr. Mine was really cute and old. Dr. B...something. He was very experienced and was old-school and sweet. I love old people, most of the time. But, yes, he wanted to draw some blood to do some tests on me. Crazy, right? So, he showed me to where the needles lied and I took a seat on this ginarmous lazy-boy styled turquoise squishy chair. A fairly young looking girl came up to me and all I can remember is that amongst her vocabulary were the words, "cool", "chill", "sweet"...and possibly a "dude" in there, but I think I'm making that one up. : )
So, I tell her I used to like shots. Until I had my apendectimy I loved shots. Having an IV in your arm for a few days and them putting it in uncomfortable in the first place can do that to you. But, I wondered if I would enjoy this shot like back in yester-year. I voiced how I used to love shots when she looked at my veins and said that they are "beautiful"...that was a first. I've heard my Densit remark on my nice teeth, perhaps the hair dresser compliment my hair, but someone to say my veins were beautiful was a definite first. I felt sort of creeped out...but, hey, I like shots, right?
I should have know, though, that my beautiful vein would be in danger, and the fact that she called in beautiful should have been my heads up to the lack of capabilities I would find that day.
POKE. Nope, it didn't hurt @ all and I watched the blood come out of my arm. She had to fill 4 tubes of my Diana-blood. So, watching as she tried changing the tubes without taking out the needle was sort of fun, until I realized she had no skill whatsoever in how to draw blood. The needle seemed to slowly shift out.
"You have a valve right there, so that's why it's shaking", she told me.
"It's shaking? Okay." That's what I said...not really sure what she was trying to tell me.
BUBBLE. A bubble of blood came out of where the needle injecting my vein. I guess she was not paying attention, but I was.
"Um, there is blood," I mentioned very apathetically.
"OH." And she covered my blood with a piece of gauze, not trying to fix what I thought was the needle point that had shifted.
When she covered my blood it was as though she was hiding her error. Within 7 seconds a gush of streaming blood came out of my vein where the needle still lied, dripped off my arm and left a four inch diameter blood stain on my favorite jeans. I was definitly unhappy. I probably did not say much. When people are stupid i hold my tongue, and in this case, I really was not sure how to react, except with, "Um, there is blood on me."
She called the lady, probably the one with actual experience, to come help. This lady was concerned about me, and I gave her props in my mind as a patient for caring about me.
She asked, "Are you okay?" refering to the massive blood that was all over me.
"Yeah. You guys are just lucky I don't mind shots and don't mind blood." What. It's true. And it's how i felt.
So, they tried cleaning me up. It was a very unsuccesful attempt but what else could they do. The needle was finally removed.
She did not finish filling the tubes so it was my other arm's turn to get poked. Yup, in my beautiful vein in my other arm. I did not really mind. Poke my other arm instead of the abused on already violated.
Stick. Needle in. Little blood came out. The same girl. She did not know what she was doing.
"Looks like I'm dead," I said, since no blood was coming out of the needle nor my vein. The lady who was called over before came back, and told the chill sweet cool dude girl who was drawing my blood that we had enough from the first poke. I got to leave...very bloody.
Thanks BYU Heath Center blood drawers. My favorite pants are ruined.
This week has already been the extreme of long--extremely long. (Good one, huh? I thought so too.)
I have had some pretty boring moments but then some worth talking about things happen to me. First and foremost, I will warn all of you who actually take the time to read my blog...to BEWARE OF THE BYU HEATH CENTER--Well, more of..BEWARE OF GETTING BLOOD DRAWN FROM THE BYU HEALTH CENTER. Did you read that with a cool voice of warning? If not, please go back and re-read it with enthusiasm and fright. Thank you.
Yeah, I had an appointment to visit with a Dr. Mine was really cute and old. Dr. B...something. He was very experienced and was old-school and sweet. I love old people, most of the time. But, yes, he wanted to draw some blood to do some tests on me. Crazy, right? So, he showed me to where the needles lied and I took a seat on this ginarmous lazy-boy styled turquoise squishy chair. A fairly young looking girl came up to me and all I can remember is that amongst her vocabulary were the words, "cool", "chill", "sweet"...and possibly a "dude" in there, but I think I'm making that one up. : )
So, I tell her I used to like shots. Until I had my apendectimy I loved shots. Having an IV in your arm for a few days and them putting it in uncomfortable in the first place can do that to you. But, I wondered if I would enjoy this shot like back in yester-year. I voiced how I used to love shots when she looked at my veins and said that they are "beautiful"...that was a first. I've heard my Densit remark on my nice teeth, perhaps the hair dresser compliment my hair, but someone to say my veins were beautiful was a definite first. I felt sort of creeped out...but, hey, I like shots, right?
I should have know, though, that my beautiful vein would be in danger, and the fact that she called in beautiful should have been my heads up to the lack of capabilities I would find that day.
POKE. Nope, it didn't hurt @ all and I watched the blood come out of my arm. She had to fill 4 tubes of my Diana-blood. So, watching as she tried changing the tubes without taking out the needle was sort of fun, until I realized she had no skill whatsoever in how to draw blood. The needle seemed to slowly shift out.
"You have a valve right there, so that's why it's shaking", she told me.
"It's shaking? Okay." That's what I said...not really sure what she was trying to tell me.
BUBBLE. A bubble of blood came out of where the needle injecting my vein. I guess she was not paying attention, but I was.
"Um, there is blood," I mentioned very apathetically.
"OH." And she covered my blood with a piece of gauze, not trying to fix what I thought was the needle point that had shifted.
When she covered my blood it was as though she was hiding her error. Within 7 seconds a gush of streaming blood came out of my vein where the needle still lied, dripped off my arm and left a four inch diameter blood stain on my favorite jeans. I was definitly unhappy. I probably did not say much. When people are stupid i hold my tongue, and in this case, I really was not sure how to react, except with, "Um, there is blood on me."
She called the lady, probably the one with actual experience, to come help. This lady was concerned about me, and I gave her props in my mind as a patient for caring about me.
She asked, "Are you okay?" refering to the massive blood that was all over me.
"Yeah. You guys are just lucky I don't mind shots and don't mind blood." What. It's true. And it's how i felt.
So, they tried cleaning me up. It was a very unsuccesful attempt but what else could they do. The needle was finally removed.
She did not finish filling the tubes so it was my other arm's turn to get poked. Yup, in my beautiful vein in my other arm. I did not really mind. Poke my other arm instead of the abused on already violated.
Stick. Needle in. Little blood came out. The same girl. She did not know what she was doing.
"Looks like I'm dead," I said, since no blood was coming out of the needle nor my vein. The lady who was called over before came back, and told the chill sweet cool dude girl who was drawing my blood that we had enough from the first poke. I got to leave...very bloody.
Thanks BYU Heath Center blood drawers. My favorite pants are ruined.
Monday, March 1, 2010
THRICE
Three times, is indeed, the charm.
Today has been quite the interesting day. I had another amazing experience I could not ignore. This happened three times today. THRICE, since 7:17 a.m. It's 4:38 p.m. and I feel like the Lord is very nearby wanting to answer my prayers. I know I shouldn't say this, but, I haven't felt the undeniable answers to my prayers in quite a while...and this felt so good. I know He is there.
These things are not vital to my existence, but I like them, mucho. What are they?
1. my house keys
2. one of my favorite pairs of earings
3. packing tape
I woke up this morning with 8 minutes to get ready and to be @ the bus stop. As I tried to find a way to delay the inevitable of actually getting out of bed, I came to the conclusion that it was inescapable. The bus came once every hour and i had to get out of bed if i wanted to make it to work on time to receive money (so I can, oh, you know: pay my bills, move out, have food to survive, go to Peru this summer, you know, the important things in life).
I was ready to go out the door when I realized I couldn't find my keys. AHHH! I needed those to come home! I searched and searched amongst the books on my floor, the clothes in the basket...that is when I wished i had organized my room a bit more the night before crashing. Standing there and looking it occurred to me. I spoke out loud, "Oh, Heavenly Father, please help me find my house keys". Not too long after, I found them! They were in a bag I thought I would be using to take to work... I changed my mind in the rush. I grabbed my now very precious-to-me keys, ran down the stairs, and locked the door behind me.
Walk to the bus? No---I had to run. I started to when I saw something fly in front of me, and it disappeared. I knew it, and dangit gina...it was one of my earrings. Where it went, i had NO IDEA and had no time to find it if I wanted to make it work on time. I considered just leaving it behind so I could make the bus, but I couldn't. I cared about them...one of my favorites. What use would be one earring? It's like kool-aid without water--pointless.
I began searching where I suspected it may have landed. Everything looked white, like my earing, or neutral, like the sidewalk and tan dying grass. Once again, I felt the impression to ask for help. So, in my mind, i said a prayer: "Heavenly Father, please help me find my earring".I decided to walk forward. Laying upside-down I saw it and picked it up with glee. There was no time to find the back of it, which i thought i hadn't latched on tight and is why it flew out of my ear. Apparently, I had put two backs on the same earring in my hurry to scamper out the door.I smiled and began to walk towards the bus stop as I fastened my earring in it's original place--realizing that I most likely wouldn't make it on time. And, i didn't. But, I wasn't alone in that matter. A fellow bus-rider missed it too and we got our ride from my very gracious friend Johanna.
This is why I am writing this blog--or what happened ten minutes ago. I decided @ work today that my room is too messy, and no matter how hard i try to clean it and put things in place, it always ends up messy...again. I couldn't risk another morning like the one I had today.So, I decided to buy some packing tape on my way home, of which I did. I've been here in my room trying to make a box of things to donate. I started moving onto my next box of things I can pack now for when I move in April...but I couldn't find the packing tape for the LIFE of me. I needed it to actually tape the box together so that when I pick it up everything doesn't fall out onto the floor. I looked everywhere within the four walls of my room. I even checked the bathroom. How it would make it there, i do not know, but, sometimes i do things without thinking. So, after doing all I could... I felt the impression once more, and I said it, out loud, since I am alone in my room, "Heavenly Father, please help me find my packing tape." In less than a matter of seconds...He helped me find it.
The Lord answers prayers. Today, faster than most days. I love Him. Just pray, no matter how ridiculous it may seem @ times, whether it be for a lost earring...packing tape...or your house keys...He knows where it is, and will send you in the right direction if you stop and ask. :)
Today has been quite the interesting day. I had another amazing experience I could not ignore. This happened three times today. THRICE, since 7:17 a.m. It's 4:38 p.m. and I feel like the Lord is very nearby wanting to answer my prayers. I know I shouldn't say this, but, I haven't felt the undeniable answers to my prayers in quite a while...and this felt so good. I know He is there.
These things are not vital to my existence, but I like them, mucho. What are they?
1. my house keys
2. one of my favorite pairs of earings
3. packing tape
I woke up this morning with 8 minutes to get ready and to be @ the bus stop. As I tried to find a way to delay the inevitable of actually getting out of bed, I came to the conclusion that it was inescapable. The bus came once every hour and i had to get out of bed if i wanted to make it to work on time to receive money (so I can, oh, you know: pay my bills, move out, have food to survive, go to Peru this summer, you know, the important things in life).
I was ready to go out the door when I realized I couldn't find my keys. AHHH! I needed those to come home! I searched and searched amongst the books on my floor, the clothes in the basket...that is when I wished i had organized my room a bit more the night before crashing. Standing there and looking it occurred to me. I spoke out loud, "Oh, Heavenly Father, please help me find my house keys". Not too long after, I found them! They were in a bag I thought I would be using to take to work... I changed my mind in the rush. I grabbed my now very precious-to-me keys, ran down the stairs, and locked the door behind me.
Walk to the bus? No---I had to run. I started to when I saw something fly in front of me, and it disappeared. I knew it, and dangit gina...it was one of my earrings. Where it went, i had NO IDEA and had no time to find it if I wanted to make it work on time. I considered just leaving it behind so I could make the bus, but I couldn't. I cared about them...one of my favorites. What use would be one earring? It's like kool-aid without water--pointless.
I began searching where I suspected it may have landed. Everything looked white, like my earing, or neutral, like the sidewalk and tan dying grass. Once again, I felt the impression to ask for help. So, in my mind, i said a prayer: "Heavenly Father, please help me find my earring".I decided to walk forward. Laying upside-down I saw it and picked it up with glee. There was no time to find the back of it, which i thought i hadn't latched on tight and is why it flew out of my ear. Apparently, I had put two backs on the same earring in my hurry to scamper out the door.I smiled and began to walk towards the bus stop as I fastened my earring in it's original place--realizing that I most likely wouldn't make it on time. And, i didn't. But, I wasn't alone in that matter. A fellow bus-rider missed it too and we got our ride from my very gracious friend Johanna.
This is why I am writing this blog--or what happened ten minutes ago. I decided @ work today that my room is too messy, and no matter how hard i try to clean it and put things in place, it always ends up messy...again. I couldn't risk another morning like the one I had today.So, I decided to buy some packing tape on my way home, of which I did. I've been here in my room trying to make a box of things to donate. I started moving onto my next box of things I can pack now for when I move in April...but I couldn't find the packing tape for the LIFE of me. I needed it to actually tape the box together so that when I pick it up everything doesn't fall out onto the floor. I looked everywhere within the four walls of my room. I even checked the bathroom. How it would make it there, i do not know, but, sometimes i do things without thinking. So, after doing all I could... I felt the impression once more, and I said it, out loud, since I am alone in my room, "Heavenly Father, please help me find my packing tape." In less than a matter of seconds...He helped me find it.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Fasten Your Seatbelt While Seated
Zip. My suitcase was ready before the tires hit the asphalt and I started on my way to Florida--where the old fogies Rome (at least that is where I shall be residing for a while--in my grandparent‘s secluded community of retired New-Yorkers, all usually within the ages of 60 and 95.) I love old fogies! One day I’ll be one too. That’s kind of hard to imagine right now…being like 40 years older…wrinkly. I mean, lines of character. With my luck I’ll probably be better looking in 40 years. Hm, something to look forward to?
Flying @ night is weird. I highly recommend it to those of you who do not like traffic within the airport of dodging strangers, waiting in long lines to check-in behind people who do not know how to maneuver their luggage (or how to control their children), and/or being awake during a wrongly estimated timed flight. But, I do not recommend it for those who consume food because I was pretty much starving on my flight to Georgia without being offered a beverage or even a bag of free peanuts. (The keyword here is free). Lucky for them, I was too tired to complain or ask for anything. I conformed to their scheme, didn’t I? How much money can Delta save? That’s probably their undercover motto.
Well, still, my hassle-free check-in was highly noted. My favorite part was walking into the star-treky machiny thing…you know, so they have on record that a terrorist did not make it past the yellow protective ropes. They made me step into a plastic dome, separate my feet to be on top of the yellow foot prints stamped on the ground, and hold my hands up. I became five again, caught stealing mints from my mom’s purse--an intense accusation. ( I never stole, but it sounded fun , didn’t it?) I actually found it amusing and futuristic as I stood there.
The gadget probably doesn’t even work. I mean, I hope it does, but, from being a plastic machine that really seems more of a toy than anything else I hold my opinion. The people that work there need some sort of entertainment, right? That’s where we come in, the suckers that actually pose in that ridiculous bubble: hands up, feet spread, inside a dome made of plastic. I knew how awkward I appeared, in fact, I was going for an interpretive dance pose--be a tree. As I stood inside my glass house, I laughed about it--smirking the whole time as they “made sure” I was kosher to board. And, off course I was. I got my feet dirty to prove it true.
The moving side-walk quickened my stride as I continued forward.
Window seat--how do I love thee? Can you imagine being in the middle seat? Where would I put my head? I can only imagine waking up to find that I have used the big, sweaty guy next to me as a pillow. That would be a health risk in a big dose that I do not want to take. Did I just jinx myself for my next flight? Diana in the middle. Joyous. -__________________-
It’s Georgia. Right now, I am in Atlanta, Georgia. It’s cold in Georgia! Stepping off the plane, eyes red and crusty from a 5 hour flight of in-and-out slumber (ooooh in-n-out…I want some!), I realized it’s colder in Georgia than Utah! (how does that work out?) I am wearing the only sweatshirt I ever use…and that’s when I’m sleeping or in my room. This big, ox-blood colored cloth probably made my little kids in India is what keeps me warm and disguises me from the world. Oh, what a hoodie can do. Thank you children. 5 a.m. in a terminal--
(Wait. I just checked the tag. Thank you children in the Philippines for my warm sweatshirt. Yay for the Philippines! That’s where Liva will be serving her mission! )
Do you know what bothers me? Wi fi not being free in airports. Really now, I just had to pay $25 bucks for
I will run through a field of sunflowers before I die…yes, I know: amazing art, food, architecture, culture is there too, but--I am all about the fields of sunflowers. I should write a movie and call it--Field of Sunflowers. Do you think Kevin Cosner will consider a cameo role? I’ll give him a call. Ha.
There have been a few moments within the last 24 hours that I have had to get out my camera phone, point, aim, and shoot.
I went to the public restroom in SLC and this thing spat at me!
Have you seen the movie Mall Cop? Haha, yeah:
My grandparents and I went to Mario’s Market ( full of Brooklyn folk and quality Italian ingredients) and this guy talked about how to make the perfect Italian sausage…
Still in Mario’s…my Grandma asked me to pick whatever I wanted amongst the pastries, so I picked this cookie that looked like a Peruvian cookie called an Alfajor. Rico-suave!
After making my Alfajor look-a-like choice this little old lady was like Winnie the Pooh….”think, think, think”--she couldn’t figure out what to choose and even asked for help. So cute! Ten minutes later we were in line to pay, I looked back and she was still there and still decision-less:
THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE. I was just chillaxin’ with the G-rents when I looked to my left as we were @ a red light and saw THIS: Look at what is in her basket....so weird! (ans: a chiwawa...how do u spell that?) After I took the picture she looked at me and I just collapsed forward and hid myself. Haha!)
My Grandma showed me the most recent picture of me that she owns. I sent it to her in 2004! She asked for a recent one and I laughed out loud when I saw what I had sent her. Oh yeah, I am so hardcore *eye rolling commences now*:
And this all occurred in less than 24 hours………………………………
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sueña
DREAM--That's a hopeful word, wouldn't you say?
As I layed asleep on the couch on the 4th floor of the JFSB (one of my favorite buildings to go to instead of the library)...I was awakened by a song I had never heard before. Yes, I was listening to my own ishuffle...but, i had set it on random. Good choice.
This was the last song I heard on my ishuffle before it died, but, it was a pleasant discovery as i contemplated motionless before attending Art History today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDtlDi9L458 (the youtube video...listen to it...it's goooood)
I love music that makes me reflect on the kind of life I am living. Do I have dreams for myself?...Something to fight for?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDtlDi9L458 (the youtube video...listen to it...it's goooood)
I love music that makes me reflect on the kind of life I am living. Do I have dreams for myself?...Something to fight for?
What are your dreams? Do you go after what the voice inside tells you?
(For you english speakers only...here is the translation as best as i could find it:)
Sueña: DREAM
This song is dedicated
esa gente que sueña pero trabaja todos los dias to the people who dream but work every day
para hacer ese sueño realidad. to make that dream a reality.
Un dia mas en la batalla A day in the battle
Tratando de escalar otra muralla Trying to climb another wall
Rodeado de sabidos y canallas Surrounded by known and scoundrels
Pero sigo luchando But I am still struggling
Estoy seguro que yo valgo I'm sure I'm worth itPero el sabor amargo del rechazo traigo But the bitter taste of rejection comes
No hay nadie quien me baje de las nubes There is no one can be bring me under the clouds
En ves de criticarme porque mejor no subes Instead of criticizing why don't you rise up?
El mundo es diferente de este punto de vista The world is different from this point of view
El mundo esta a tu alcance porque no lo conquistas? The world is at your fingertips why not conquer it?
Quiero que un dia digas yo lo conocia I want to say that one day I knew
Yo sabia que ese nene iba a pegar un dia I knew I was going to hit my dream one day
Lleno de fantasias, lleno de ganas, lleno de vida Full of fantasy, full of desire, full of life
El triunfo era inevitable, que dios te bendiga The victory was inevitable, que dios te bendiga
Y ahora que estas arriba no te olvides de lo tuyo And now that you're up do not forget about yours
Enseñale como hay que tomar puerta con los puños teach them to take on life
Sigue soñando cosechando tu destino Keep dreaming to reap your destiny
y no te desvies de tu camino. and do not deviate from your path. OK? OK?
(this is the chorus)
Cuando digan que no vales, When they say you're not worth it,
Sigue nomas More nomas
No cambies tu rumbo dale Do not change your way dale
No mires atras Do not look back
Que cuidandote yo estaré I will be taking care that
Sueña Dream
Si parece imposible If it seems impossible
Ten la seguridad Be assured
Conmigo todo es posible With me everything is possible
Yo soy la verdad I am the truth
Juntos somos invencibles Together we're invincible
Sueña Dream
La palabra dice que con fe The word says that faith
Puedes mover montañas yo soy testigo y se You can move mountains and I am a witness
Que si yo puedo tu puedes juntos podemos ser What if I can you can together we can be
Ejemplo para que ellos nunca dejen de creer Example for they never stop believing
No te des por vencido, quien dijo que era facil? Do not give up, who said it was easy?
Yo también mande al carajo a todos, bueno casi I also send everyone to hell, well almost
Es que da coraje cuando uno busca el apoyo It gives courage when one is seeking the support
Y te das cuenta que estas solo en este rollo And you realize that these only in this roll
No tires la toalla por si acaso fallas Do not throw the towel in case failures
Termina tu hazaña y veras como se callan Finish your feat and really as silent
Toda es gente que lo hizo dificil All people who did it is difficult
Como aparece cuando ya no hay crisis As it appears when there is no crisis
A esa misma gente le dedico esta canción In those same people I dedicate this song
Si no fuera por ustedes no habria motivación If not for you there would be no motivation
Sigan hablando yo seguiré soñando Keep talking I'll keep dreaming
Inspirandote hasta ver un cambio. Being inspired to see change.
(Chorus)
Yo se que no tienes los recursos I know you do not have the resources
Que terminaste solo ciertos cursos That ended only certain courses
Y por eso no eres culto And so you're not worship
Pero dios es justo But God is fair
Ya a de tener otros planes Already have other plans
Para que su caballo descartado gane For your horse wins discarded
No pierdas la fe Keep the faith
Hay que ser positivo Be positive
Lazaro levantate que Dios te quiere vivo Lazarus Arise God wants you to live
Espero que tu objetivo no sea solo el dinero I hope your goal is not only money
Espero que tus motivos sean buenos y sinceros I hope that your motives are good and honest
Espero mucho de ti porque un hermano te considero I expect a lot from you because I consider you a brother
Tenemos el mismo padre y por el es que te quiero We have the same father and the is that I love
Por el es que este mundo me parece bello For the world is that I feel beautiful
Por el es que yo sueño By that I dream
Por el es que yo sueño By that I dream
Cuando digan que no vales, When they say you're not worth it,
Sigue nomas More nomas
No cambies tu rumbo dale Do not change your way dale
No mires atras Do not look back
Que cuidandote yo estaré I will be taking care that
Sueña Dream
Si parece imposible If it seems impossible
Ten la seguridad Be assured
Conmigo todo es posible With me everything is possible
No se la verdad No truth
Juntos somos invencibles Together we're invincible
Sueña (dos veces) Dream (twice)
Un hombre justo cae siete veces y vuelve a levantarse A just man falls seven times and rises again
Que clase de hombre eres tu? What kind of man are you?
Levantate Arise Sueña Dream
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