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A couple weeks ago, pretty much right after a relative passed away, a book I ordered came in the mail. That  book was called The Winter Rose , by Jennifer Donnelly and it was probably one of the most perfect books I've ever read in my whole entire life of reading books. This book had romance. It had devious criminals and politicians. Criminals and politicians= deceit and life long secrets. It had a strong lead character...characters. Since this was the second in a trilogy, I've "missed out" on the first book...but oh well, that book and the last book are coming in the mail soon, thanks to Amazon.com. According to a certain bookseller, the first book was out of print. They were pretty WRONG. So those books better come quickly...or I'll be bored out of my mind waiting for the shuttle at school and while waiting for the train that always seems to leave as soon as I get to the station. But anyway... When I first started reading (because I read the summary on the bac...

I keep on thinking to myself: You're sure she's not just sleeping? You're sure she's not just in the hospital? Are you sure? Are you sure you're sure? But you saw what you saw and that was that coffin going into the ground with her body in it and everyone threw roses and carnations into the grave five feet under ground... It really hasn't sunk in, has it? I'm going on with my life, and I think about you more than I have in the past couple years- because I took you for granted. I always thought you would live to see all your grandchildren get into their 30s. I always thought you'd be there to watch me get married; to fix my wedding gown; to watch ME...us... live our lives. To be there to babysit your great-grand-kids like you babysat your grandkids...me. My brother. My cousins. I can't help but think about all the things you did for me; like the things I said in the last entry. Teaching me little bits of Tagalog. Helping me with my homework...cooking...

They say your life will be ending within days. I'd like to think that you'd prove them wrong and at least push through for another month- everyone else thinks that too. With that news in mind, I can't help remembering some of the little things that you taught me... and other random memories that might come up while I type this up.They might be superstition or just random lessons you've learned, but I think they're useful. I'll never forget them. Always drink water after eating anything sweet. Never eat while upside down or laying down. Nap from when you get home from school til 4 o'clock. Anything can be added to any meal. Try frozen vegetables and chicken with mac 'n' cheese or mango with chicken and rice. Not that bad, actually. Oatmeal and prunes! Or were they raisins? Bread, swiss cheese, and garlic powder! (I will never ever forget what you ate for breakfast either... omcheese) (Something that sounds like... all Tagolag/ Spanish stuff) ...

I have literally just finished my English teacher's book (in manuscript form. That means he printed it out from his computer), Cryonomaly. You must be wondering why I would even care about my English teacher's book and why the cheese I even have it. Well, that's my fault. About...I guess six weeks ago, when I was picking classes for Summer/Fall 2012, I came across an English class with a prerequisite that I have never seen offered, and asked if I actually had to take the prerequisite to take the class, since I wasn't majoring in English at the time. Since my English teacher is one of those higher up people, I figured he would know what I was talking about. He sorta did. We talked about the class a little and what I wanted to do with it (just take the creative writing class to take it because I enjoy writing, as you can obviously tell by the fact I've made this blog). Since that gave me enough encouragement to think I would even take the class, I brought some of my...

The songs: Dun dun duuuuunnnn! Cath, Death Cab For Cutie- I feel like the music of that song could be played over my life and it would fit everything. That song gets stuck in my head. All. The. Time. "She holds. A smile. Like someone would hold. A crying child." Grapevine Fires, Death Cab for Cutie- The ultimate sing-when-you're-frustrated/sad-song. "And everything will be alllllrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhtttttttt." American Idiot, Green Day- From the first time I heard it years ago on the radio until now, it makes me wanna fist pump and say: BUSH SUCKED! Seriously though, back in the day (7th grade, when my Dad got the CD), that was my rage song. Air guitar and all. She, Green Day- Shee… really just makes me wanna get up and air guitar to the song. Not many songs do that to me any more. PPPFFF I don’t even have to air guitar… I can play the song myself! It doesn't sound the sam...

Three quarters into my college life at *mycollege'snamehere,* and it's already been "a year" since I've been there. Technically, when I go back in the Fall it'll be a year it'll be a year....but ya know... Anyway, with two days of finals and then a week of break (that I can NOT wait for) then Summer Quarter and a "job." My first ever. Wooohoo. -__- Not that I'm not looking forward to making money, but the idea of doing what I'm doing still sounds a little crazy. I thought I wouldn't be taken seriously when I sent that e-mail and now look! Oh well, more bang for my buck... or something... but yeah, Summer quarter, a job, I guess two weeks of "break" then Fall quarter. Oh boy. Everything feels like it's just flying by. Seriously, I thought that the quarter just started (it's probably the "intense" class I took. Stats can die, but I need it, unfortunately) and now it's pretty much over except for the two d...

You know how you and your same sex parent have some type of bond? Like a mother and daughter do things together, and a father and son do things together? Well, I've always had that bond with my Dad...I guess because he barely ever yelled at me as a kid...etc etc. My Dad and I seem to do lots of stuff together. He drops me off at the train station, picks me up from pretty much anywhere, we used to watch late night tv together, used to play catch together, and dislike shopping with my Mom together. xD And geeze, this guy tolerates my driving, while my Mom sits in the back trying not to yell at me for being too close to the right... Tonight something happened that made me realize all of that. My Mom and I planned a lunch date for tomorrow. That has never happened in the history of my life. I have never been with "just Mom" unless it was for getting a hair cut (then getting Lotto tickets and doughnuts after). I can't shop with just Mom... And all the things I've don...