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Lazy Sunday Meet Nostalgia

Time is unforgiving. It goes by, never slows, never waits for anyone or anything. Time forces us to pick up and move, to adapt and change so we evolve along with it. Life is an inevitable process better to be embraced than fought. Sometimes, it's amazing just to reflect and appreciate. 


I don't know where I'm going or what's going to happen in the future. We can only guess about what's in front of us, but we can always look back on where we've been. I remember when my biggest dream was to leave home, literally escape the island. I always knew there was so much more out there just waiting to be found and somehow, I've gotten lost in it all. Lost in the very best sense of the word. Amazed. Consumed. And I'm loving every second of living. 


Oh, lazy Sundays. Hello, Nostalgia.

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Home

 There are few things I hate more than riding airplanes. The near-suffocating feeling of being confined for an extended period of time, the odd smells that linger, every time the stranger next to me shifts and their arm grazes mine. The hours to kill. The finality of leaving. And the people I'm leaving behind.

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Portland, OR 

View from my freshman year dorm. Prime real estate. 

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Sasquatch 2011 >> George, WA

The mecca of the hipsters.

Wonder Woman. Unashamed to dance on her own.

The Head and the Heart
"Rivers and roads, rivers and roads, rivers 'til I reach you..."

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Sedona, AZ // Grand Canyon - Summer 2011

 

"Modonna and Child."

One of the best things about Sedona, other than catching some sun by a little creek with a good book, was all the surrounding rock formations that serve as a playground for the imagination. It's always so interesting how we automatically assign meaning and interpretations to things. When I first saw the "Modonna and Child" I honestly thought "singing dinosaur hand puppet."

Easy. "Man with Large Nose" ... right?

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Northern California 

San Francisco, CA 
>> City of Cool Bridges, Buildings and Street Art

How cool are these windows?

The clouds over SF move by so quickly. I'm sure there's a metaphor for life in there somewhere...

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I might not know what my exact future looks like, but if it resembles my past in the slightest, it can't be all that horrible. If being lost in what the world has to offer can be this beautiful, why would anyone want to be found?

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5 Facts About Mom

I’m putting off writing an essay not because I’m incredibly lazy and built for procrastination (well, that too) but because everyone should know how amazing my mom is. There might be the Pacific Ocean separating us at the moment, but my mom deserves the love and attention especially after putting up with me for 20 years. Mom, this one’s for you.

If you don’t follow me on Twitter, this morning I posted this:

And I figured it needed a little explaining…

Loved // Didn't Love // On the Fence

I'm a total scribbler. I like to scribble things down on the corners of notebooks, in the memo section of my BlackBerry and sometimes even on the back of my hand. At the end of every week I go over what happened, a few things I loved, a few things I didn't love and find meaning in even the most insignificant things. These are just a few...

  

: Things I loved this week :

(1) COMMUNITY: FISTFUL OF PAINBALLS: This episode was ridiculous in every mind-boggling sense of the word. Dan Harmon is brilliant, melding creativity and innovation into one genre-bending hybrid of awesome (<- exactly why I don’t write reviews) and has brought this half-hour NBC sitcom to an untouchable level of genius. The cast is phenomenal as always, masters at timing and delivery. My favorite thing about Community is the dynamic between the characters and how well they play off of one another. Honestly, even without the flying florescent paint and Josh Holloway and his chin guest starring, I'd still tune in even if they were just sitting around, bantering in the study room.   

(2) PROF WITH THE SILVER TONGUE: One of my professors - we'll call him Prof for short - is the first to ever give me a C- since I started university (outside the world of Statistics 244) and call my essay “pretty” but a “gross generalization.” A little crushed, but determined to the point of insanely abandoning my social life in favor of schoolwork, I set out to prove the old man wrong and have gotten an A on every single microtheme and pensée since. He pushes me to want to be better, to write tighter thesis statements, challenge myself with deeper subjects and it helps that he is incredibly quotable. 

For example, the other day we were having a discussion on how the modern fascination with Glee stems from exposure to Disney animated films during childhood when this happened...

FADE IN: 

INT. CLASSROOM - DAY

GIRL

I wanted to be the Little Mermaid when I grew up

PROF

Well, I wanted to be the Beast. No, that's not true. I wanted to be Pocahontas.

FADE OUT.

Disney's The Gallopin' Gaucho (1928)

(3) MICKEY MOUSE WAS A BAMF: I recently wrote a paper uncovering Mickey Mouse's less than wholesome past. Turns out before he got his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, that little mouse who now teaches children to count to 10 and and which shapes are what used to hang out in seedy cantinas, liquor up, manhandle Minnie and blow some pretty impressive smoke rings. Aspiring actors, don't you be ashamed of your miniscule roles on CSI as bartender #1 or stripper #4. A start is a start. Mickey would know. Fun Fact: They later added Mickey's signature white gloves to be able to distinguish his hands from his body.  

  

(4) VIDEO: Underrated Actors being Awesome - Molly Burnett & Mark Hapka - HERE

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: Things I didn’t love this week :

(1) FOOD is so expensive. 

(2) A GROUP PROJECT FOR AN ONLINE CLASS: How does that make any earthly sense? I’m trying to get things organized, but none of my group members and not even the TA running the class answer my e-mails. Frustration overload.

(3) THE FUTURE: Mom gave me the “get a real job” talk. I’m just, like, ‘mom, chill. When my novel/film/hit television show is paying for your monthly trips to Vegas we’ll be laughing about this.’ Being a wishful thinker doesn’t make me any less anxious about the future.

: ON THE FENCE :

The debate over whether it was right to celebrate Osama’s death or not. I understand that it should be taken into consideration that he did so many evil things and was responsible for so many deaths. I also understand the logic behind taking one life in favor of essentially saving thousands in the future, restoration of balance and whatnot. However, the facts did not rid me of the sinking feeling I got when seeing people in such extreme celebration. People opposed to the celebration cited the possibility of retaliation, but I think it's something bigger. I won't lie. The American in me felt triumphant and argued the justification of it all, but the Human in me can’t help, but wonder: does this mean one's sins justify one's death? Doesn’t that go against everything the Church ever taught us regarding trial and error and forgiveness? If we can bend morality and ideology in this case, can’t we bend it in other cases too?

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Old Writing: Touching the Sun

 
Summer 2010 I'd been subjected to Nerf war after Nerf war and my brain nearly melted from boredom. Then I came across a steampunk writing contest on Novel Novice. I didn't know much about "steampunk" other than what I read on Wikipedia (honestly, I still don't know much about it) but I thought it would be a good way to pass the time. It wasn't anything big. No cash rewards or scholarships. I did score a free book and cool swag though. 

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When Does the Wiser Catch Up with the Older?

Last night my teenage years came to a close with laughter, cupcakes on fire (literally) and accidentally setting off the smoke alarm in my shoebox-size apartment. Talk about going out with a bang, right? Well, actually, it was more like an eardrum-splitting beep at 12:30 AM. Yeah, I’m pretty sure my neighbors secretly hate me.

In the morning, Day 1 of being twenty, I wake up at eight or maybe nine, hair matted with frosting and a streak of blue candle wax down the length of my leg. I spend a second or two contemplating how my hair smells good enough to eat, roll over and fall back asleep. As you can see I am off to a fantastic start.

Then, a few hours and a handful of cereal later, I think to myself: today I’ll start a blog.