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Last week was the most relaxing week I've had in a long time. Yes, no intense anger, just a few itty bickers, but all in all, a great time all around in Puerto Rico. We visited a few places in Puerto Rico, explored the Rio de Camuy Cueva Clara, went hiking in the El Yunque rainforest, swimming on a beach that looked like the setting for lost, explored an old city, and of course, peaceful sleep. I'm not a picture -taking kind of person. I steal pictures from my friends. I only take pictures in places I know I don't want to forget aka Paris. Hah. Paris again. Anyways, I brought some homework, but none of it got done, so now it's back to the final month of school. I don't know if I'll go back to school, so as of now, this is the last month of school..ever. I am freaking out now. But, problem is, I can't bring myself to do any work. It's the homestretch and I'm lazy. What gives?! The sun probably. Oh well, time to get back into to groove of things and frantically search for a job on top of all the schoolwork I have to do. Why do teachers like to pile all of the workload in the last two weeks of school? They're just asking for procrastinated-half-assed work.

BLAH. This is my lazy post.

The Latest Sunday.

Song of the Week: Rihanna's Te Amo

I understand my pictures were a bit eclectic in choice. They didn't complement each other in any way. Plus it was just dumb. Now, I'll try to stick to a theme yes?

Pictures of the day:

via keepinspiring.me

Just For Fun.

Change.

So, my life has been a bore lately. Routine schedule and whatnot. The internet in my apartment is terrible, therefore the lack of posts and lack of interesting entries. (Apparently I don't post enough, says a friend of mine.)

From now on, when I have no words to express, I am going to do photo stories of emotions throughout my day. When my emotions are significant, there will be a post. Hopefully now, more posts. The pictures are for you to decipher.

Lovely.

On another note, Kat, the blogger of lestorydefood.blogspot.com, has moved to her own domain: lestorydefood.com. I encourage you to read her posts. They'll make you hungry and angry at the fact that you cannot eat what she has already eaten, but on another note, it's quite colorful and fun to read.

images (in no particular order)
via lindseytarynphoto.com, www.flickr.com/photos/jeffl37, keepinspiring.me, www.flickr.com/photos/moriza, fuckyeahhappy.tumblr.com

what snow should look like.

via keepinspiring.me

If snow ever looked this beautiful, I think I'd like it more. Countryside, here I come.

Live

via fuckyeahhappy.tumblr.com

Welcome Home.

via pegobry.tumblr.com

Dreaming of...

Self-Portrait by David Terrazas

Madrid, Spain.

Winter.

via pegotry.tumblr.com

That would be Great Britain, covered in snow. You don't like me Great Britain.

Because I Love Animals.

(Story and Image) via PetsDelight.us

As a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Shiba Inu named Sadako. The dog’s owners were all very attached to Sadako and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Sadako and found she was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for her, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for Sadako in their home. As we made arrangements, it was suggested that it would be good for the families four-year-old to observe the procedure. They felt he could learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Sadako’s family surrounded her. The four-year-old seemed so calm, petting his friend for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.

Within a few minutes, Sadako slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Sadako’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Sadako’s passing, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

The little boy, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me - I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, “Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody and being nice.” The four-year-old continued, “Animals already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

For the Season.

To offset my little rampage on women, here's something to smile about. Plus, it's almost Christmas.

via fuckyeahhappy.tmblr.com

Oh. Hi. It's early morning and I have give or take 1 and a half to two pages left. I'll write them tomorrow. I went blog/tumbling and found this.

via pegotry.tumblr.com

That is a wall of books. That is a HUGE wall of books. I want that huge wall. What do they do? How do they get books? I'm so freaked out and in awe right now. That's so impressive.

It's called the "wall of knowledge." No, it's not real, but it is a concept for the Stockholm library. Quite impressive. I think I'll just take this concept into my future mansion-house thing. It'll probably be made out of books.

via irunwithwolves.tumblr.com

I really want this clock. It's pointless, but it's so damn cool.

Win.

via failblog.org

If I were the manager for this convenience/grocery store, I'd feel really good right now. She/he made my night.

Dream.

via fuckyeahprettyplaces.tumblr

Um, what if this were real? I would want to live there eventually/visit it right away. Oh yeah, it's photomanipulation. By this girl.

Desert.

Sahara by George Steinmetz

Look how gorgeousssss. [Yes it deserves 5 s's.] George Steinmetz flies around the Sahara desert on a little paraglider while taking some of the most beautiful desert photos in the world. Amazing.

From the National Geographic story:

“In the heart of the Sahara, water from rains that fell millennia ago pools in the Waw an Namus volcanic crater. Winds carried black ash from the last eruption 12 miles out across the desert.”

Fezzan, Libya

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Inspiration.

Melissa & Ade - This dance was just so moving. It was featured on Ellen's show and I just had to see the original. The original is what got her to like it in the first place, right? Anyway, it was choreographed by Tyce Diorio and featured on Ellen's show for breast cancer awareness month. Just so moving. I can't get over it. This choreographer feels. I don't even like SYTYCD, but these dancers just won me over.

Beginning

by James Wright

The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.

The dark wheat listens.

Be still.

Now.

There they are, the moons young, trying

Their wings.

Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow

Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone

Wholly, into the air.

I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe

Or move.

I listen.

The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,

And I lean toward mine.

This was just so inspirational and calming. Do you ever have those moments where that one little thing you find or that one little thing you see completely changes your entire day? It's 9PM. These things happened just now.

Today was quite painful. It was one of those mornings. Ya'know. Stumbled to class, fell in my seat and almost fell over sleeping this morning. No bene. The following class on genetics was equally painful. How about this, being tired and not having time to get coffee in between classes equals a bad day all around. I couldn't even muster enough energy to say something in a class that is basically based on class participation. Great. It's okay. It's the end of the school week.

I got home today greeted by the exterminator, Harry. He's a nice man. He told me I need to buy stuff on top of services and the actual extermination to exterminate my apartment. This is frustrating me. I'm keeping these receipts and getting my goddamn landlords to pay for this. This bedbug origin is the apartment at the bottom of my stairs. Great. They crawled up those damn stairs into my apartment. The girl who lives above this guy. Oh, man. I feel bad for her. She's been here for 15 years, she hates the management, but her apartment is rent stabilized. Lucky and unlucky woman. She told me the city stopped spraying DTT on the street which kept the bugs out, but they stopped right? Here they come. The management company doesn't want to make this a big deal. Too bad assholes. I have 48 bugbites. They should've told me about this problem when I moved in, which they didn't. Shit going down mofuckas. This conversation with them lasted about an hour and it was a nice time to vent and share hatred upon this management company. I'm getting a lawyer. I want a new place without bedbugs and my money back. The other women in my building agree. I'm done with it.

So you see why I needed that calming. Yes. I'm going to watch the video and read the poem again. I want to be calm. Calm, calm, calm. This is difficult.

Motivation.

via pegobry.tumblr.com

Really.
Why listen to anyone but yourself?
Conformity sucks.
It's okay to be a little crazy.
It's the only way people will remember you.

something new.

So, today was uneventful. I woke up late again, went to yoga at 2, made Ben some dinner and went to class. So why post? Well the event of something new! I don't know about other people, but for me, school is a job. I dislike school. Scratch that. Abhor it. I'm not one for learning about things I'm not interested in. History of Communications? Interpersonal Communications? Introductory classes that just give you a really broad explanation that you'll learn in the intermediate classes? I don't like it. At all. People say that college is the best experience of your life. Is it really? Because I'm not having a good time. College is that transition period where students will worry about boys, girls, which turn into worrying about jobs and survival after college? I think survival tactics and actually learning what people do at the job is something to learn. School should be in the business. Theory classes are for the academia lovers. I may develop this love later, but now is just not the time.

Classes like my Intro to Photography I is something interesting. Something I know nothing about at all. It doesn't involve books or theories about the damn thing. You just do it. You learn by doing. This is how I prefer to learn things, maybe other people think so, too. I didn't know how use a manual 35mm camera 2 weeks ago. Now I do. I didn't know how to develop film into negatives. Now, I do. I didn't know how to use a darkroom or develop my actual pictures. Now, I do. It's still very on the rocks and not professional, but it's learning something new. I did this in a week. I want to learn things like this. I want to learn about EVERYTHING that has something to do with being active and in the field. It interests me more than sitting at home reading my accounting book on theories built from ancestors thousands of year ago. No, man. It's not my time.

College was forced upon me because it was the logical next step out of high school. My parents worked hard all their life to put us through school, get an education. Sure, it's important. But shouldn't we have a choice when to go? I was talking to a friend today. She's interested in the Peace Corps [I'm pretty interested now] and to even do that you need a Bachelor's degree. Since when does sheer will and a strong mind overpowered by a piece of paper that only says we have a fucking degree? I don't understand. Vraiment. Anyway, I know people will be hatin and getting in my business so I don't tell them this. The televised, worldwide media has brainwashed us all into this society where everything is judged by what you do and what you say. No brain, no extensive vocabulary, no smart comments means dumbass. That dumbass could probably be the person that saves your life. You never know. I'm just saying. The society we live in, this extremely fast paced-money driven society has made me realize wish I lived in a different generation. The 1800s, 1700s, I don't know. The early 1900s. Hell, when dinosaurs ruled the earth. I don't care. I think anything would be better than today. I don't know. I think I just miss the relaxed lifestyle of the French and their amazing culture and lax attitude about school and work. Enjoy life. We're missing out. I know this because I tried to catch up on living in France. I haven't made up for lost time. Now I'm back in New York, wasting more time.

We need to live and learn from other people. Not from fucking books. Books are great to read, I'm not saying we shouldn't read. I'm saying learning about other people's culture, their way of life, life different from ours, is what I think is most important. Sharing experiences and knowledge. Of course it's informal, but what's a better way to learn than from friends?

On another note, completely different, but I feel the need to write this down as it is a very important time in our lives. My generation, the previous generation and the generation before that all knew of Michael Jackson. I watched the Michael Jackson memorial service this evening and it rocked me to my core, mec. It hit me so hard. When Usher performed, Stevie Wonder's speech and tribute, Jermaine Jackson's rendition of 'Smile' for Michael, and little Paris Katherine Jackson gave her speech, I almost broke down and cried. I never cry for things like this or get emotional, but just seeing their pain hurt me too. I didn't know I had feelings like this. Michael Jackson is very much an idol, someone I'll never forget, someone who I'll never meet. Rest in peace, mec. Finally, Rest In Peace. 1958-2009.