The hardest part of loving someone is not being with them when you want to be.
A Drop of Victoria
Most often we forget that what we call history, someone else called life.
“I wish for world peace and I love children.”
This is not much for an outfit post, but in my defense I was more worried about comfort rather than fashion since it was hot and breezy at Davis when my friends and I drove out there to watch a beauty pageant. It’s been an amazing week so far ever since the semester ended considering I’ve been out and about since last Friday—it feels good! Although, I could cut down on spending so much money…
Spread your wings and fly
Summertime here we go!
I finished my last final a few days ago but I didn’t have time nor did I feel like posting anything to commemorate the date. Nonetheless, a few of my girls and I got together for one of my best friend’s younger sister’s debut. It was totally last minute where I was running around the morning before the party to find some heels. Hands down, it was the most stressful shopping expedition I’ve ever experienced—it beats shopping for prom back in high school. And as usual, grainy pictures means phone-quality shots.
No, it’s a car. The love of my life will be a woman with my last name.
That’s the downside to loving someone so much. You throw your heart out there and hope nothing will yank it away and tear it into shreds.
From me to you.
Happy Mother’s Day, dear mother o’ mine! My family and I did something really simple: We had lunch at Beijing Restaurant—an all you can eat buffet—in South San Francisco and spent quality time together. Yeeeee.
Here’s a random thought: I’m really, really light-skinned compared to my family. Holy crap that’s scary. I used to disagree with my maternal grandmother whenever she mentioned I took after my biological dad in regard to my physical appearance, I think she was right though. Well, there’s my 1/16th Spanish blood showing through.
There was nothing so rewarding as helping the youth.
Book madness
Sigh, I am so exhausted. To give you guys a taste of how much work I do academically, here are the required books I read this semester—and yes, we actually read all of them. Except for the two books I set aside in the photograph, the rest were a required read—as in we read every single chapter of the damn book.
My eyes are tired and I’m glad to be returning and/or selling all of these. Reading so many chapters this semester is making me hate reading class-assigned books, and I typically like reading, no matter if it was assigned or recreational but this just makes me abhor it.
My mind became a chaotic battlefield at the sight of his bare chest; the voices of lust were forming a plan of attack on what to touch or lick first while my conscience screeched over them like an air raid siren simply stating: ABORT ABORT…Draw, draw, draw a serious voice chanted over various other dirty suggestions.
And she makes a comeback!
Gee, will you guys forgive me for the lack of updates? I know I’m an awful blogger, but things have just been so crazy! It’s nearing the end of the spring semester for SF State and I’m swamped with school work! I have 17 units this semester and though none are upper division classes, they are heavy on writing that it drains me.
To top that off, my parents had a divorce scare that reduced me to endlessly search for a place to live, be independent, grow up in the span of one night and… I’m just tired. Aside from that, this is a little update until after finals, in which I will update more periodically, rather than completely dropping off the radar. Again, I apologize—accept my narcissistic photos as a peace offering.
