Photos?

O, hai~ long time no blog. I'm back! You can thank photography class for that. They force me to publish my work on flikr. So I was like "EH, screw it." and decided to post ON ALL THE INTERWEBZ!
enjoy~ ^^

"What size do you wear?" "SO."

poems from school; from me, to you

We were betrothed today.
I bethought back to the day...
In the market, a meat besmeared
We sit blithed.
Our mouths beseeched with bilateral.
the mind breached;
bosoms bide to be groped, to bloster a mans many personality's.
a breech release a bray, Bombastic it was!
The bolls lifted in the wind.
The bole rotting with the broken-wind.
We sit by the brae, an appearance almost brazed to the ground.
Bereaved, the flowers brusque, A poem bowdlerized.
The scene ends.

  P.S. My teacher pointed out that bilateral is an adjective  that means two-sided.  So the sentence, "Our mouths beseeched with bilateral" does not make grammatical sense. 

Punishment

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This is dedicated to my ever growing stupidity. In hopes of changing it for the better, and giving my self less of a chance to be an ass.

The toothpick bridge

I was always a deep south kid; I was born in Louisiana, New Orleans. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my childhood memories from the age of ten and below. The only memory I can remember from when I was young is when my family was moving from Louisiana I was bidding my adieus to my best friend, Grasping my pink bunny named Flopsy, waving good-bye as my sister led me towards the car. I believe that's when my love for bridges came to be.
New Orleans is full of bridges, and as I have been told by my family we crossed over this large bridge so that we could come to where I currently live, Texas. Texas is where seemingly my whole life started. I went to elementary school, I made friends, I started to see life truly come to life. I noticed the butterfly, the flowers, the clouds in the sky. It's when I became aware to what was physically taking place. That's when my love for music started, and I came to know most of my habits, such as, how i am easily amused, how my hand writing wasn't good, I had a bad temper, I asked a lot of questions, and how distant I was from people. I did most of my thinking when I went on walks; the twist is that I too enjoy heights, so I would often try to walk on paths that involved bridges. Looking down gave me a sense of how fragile I really was. It reminded me of how gravity pulled everything down and how every thing was so fragile, if I knocked a rock of the bridge and it hit a hard surface it too would break.
I always had a deep fascination for worldly sciences; I wanted to know why gravity existed, why the sun shone, why I could hear, how I learned, and so I spent the year of my childhood that i can remember being a walking fact database. I knew that a Jiffy is 1/100th of a second, I knew that E (energy)= M (mass) c (light) squared. I knew it was a formula to describe the relation of energy and matter, I knew thing that most people my age did not. It was because of this that the amount of friends I had was minimal. People felt uncomfortable around someone who always spoke about something they did not care about. Thus I confided in bridges. I would go on walks and talk to my self, I would watch the leafs fall from the trees and admire their ability to store light, and change it to energy to live off of. I would look at grass as little cites; every one worked hard in that on a blade of grass to keep it alive and somehow all those blades of grass became connected to form what my seem to the people living in the grass their whole world. So I didn't like stepping on the grass much, I felt like I was stepping on peoples homes.
My love for music came from a very early age. I have family videos of me playing on a small electric piano that was purple. I would write down what I played on a piece of paper that lied next to me. My love for music was born. since then I can most often be seen with a pair of headphones always attached to my head, like a permanent fixture for my cranium. I study while listening to music, I eat while listening to music, fall asleep to music, wake up to music, clean with music playing in the back round, read, anything you can think of doing I do with music. And if I cant bring my headphones not to fear! I sing or rhyme, or I'll just hear songs in my head (A built in music system just for me, eh?). The only time I don't listen to music is when I walk. I don't like to walk while listening to music for then I don't hear the birds. I also don't like listening to music when it's raining or thunder storming, I enjoy those sounds.
But enough of the me; I don't want to be too narcissistic, now do I?

college prep. english.

This is my handy work from resuscitating an ugly, dead, paragraph my teacher gave our class. Enjoy~ ^^

Dear Jack,
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You have ruined me for other men. A woman without her man is nothing! People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior...I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart; you are: generous, kind, thoughtful, I yearn for you.
I can be forever happy, will you let me be yours?,
Jill

New change for the new

So, How about I exchange, words for pictures? I submit a manga page or more per day, or week. Like a diary I guess. But WAY more exciting~ woo~ ^^ I hope it won't be to hard to be on a schedule. For now i'll try to submit one either late today, or supper early tomorrow. A.K.A 2am. XD (Still my summer~ woo~)

in&out, ¿나디아?

I'll never forget those summer trips to the library

Well HELLOOO~, Blogger! You might be wondering; "why are you so happy?" and or, "whats up with the title?". Those are two very good questions. Easily answered by moi. You see this title is no ordinary title, it is a well thought out in fact some might even say planned title. It relates to the reason im so gosh darn gay today (Oh, didn't know gay had another meaning? No? Google it.)! My regular (okay almost regular) trips to the library have brought me abundant reading material, causing for me to be overwhelmed with joy! Thus leading to my, oh so gay days. I've been filling up to the brim with manga! ^^ BUT THINK NOT THAT MY READING IS ONLY FOR MANGA! I have also been read actual literature. But back to manga~ (wheeeee~ MANGA!) I'm now collecting Ranma 1/2 series!! YEEEEEEE~ I mean man, Rumiko Takahashi, I'M FREAKING ADDICTED TO THE MANGAS YOU MAKE. sigh* I never did finish reading InuYasha... I just finished reading You are SO not invited to my bat mitzvah (not bar mitzvah; thats for boys.[ see I learn stuff from the books I read.]) Anywho, (yeah not like our family doesn't have enough Jewish lineage I'M PRACTICALLY JEWISH!) Alright already! i'm goin' back to talking about the book! sheesh! Anywho~ Reading that book was like watching TV for me. I swear it was mind rotting good. I'm not going to be spoiler, but the book has pretty predictable characters the difference is the characters that you think are douches turn out to truly be douches with a twist, ya' follow? It's simple, clean, just like watching TV. AND. I. LOVED. IT!


Library adventures and tales beguine NOW!
As if the library didn't have enough books. I couldn't check-out a book from the reference section (not like anyone ever uses those books. Half of them LOOK NEW! The pages still crunch with newness~) All I wanted was a book on experiments. Did I get it? NO, and I tell you the pages in that book only had shelf wear, I don't even think anyone's touched it (like a middle aged woman in menopause). Now you tell me WHO WOULD HAVE USED THAT BOOK. Nobody, that's for sure! I tell you this Saturday I will be united with that book and I shall, I mean SHALL, read at least one experiment. 


I'm reading manga over time here, And I think it's killin' me. I gotta be the manga moderator for my little sister. And does she make my job easy?! NO! Now here's a little story- We walked into the library, the usual drop of book look around, AKA GO TO MANGA SECTION! When to our surprise we find a young man sittin' with mangas on a little coffee table infront of him. You couldn't see his other hand, only his left; he was facing with his back turned to us; AND! He was reading a book called love hina. does that title sound just a little suspicious? Just a little? Weeeellllll, we dismiss this, look on! The man leaves put his book on the self. What does my sister do? *Walks over to said books, slides it out* "Hey nadia, I think this book is good." "whats is called?" " ... " " let me see it. " *grabs said book, reads, looks at sister, looks at book.* -.-" Blah blah blah I yell at her telling her when you find a young man in the manga section sittin' with mangas on a little coffee table and you can't see his other hand, you don't pick up the book until further reaserch on said book. I end up taking book home. Now i'm reading Love hina. Is is a good book? Yes, does it have adult content that is inappropriate for a eleven year old? Not that I've seen yet... But I guess alls fair in love and war, that being we love mangas and this is war. 

 Well this concludes tonight Summer libarary Adventures and stories! *theme music*
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Love, 
¿나디아?/narnia

Sims idols (kpop exclusive)

Hai Guys! ^^ It's been awhile... ^^' I'M REALLY SORRY! But this is a time of need! I need my 9 followers to help me out on this. I know, I know, I'm asking a lot from you guys. But this is my time of need! I NEED YOU TO SIGN IT! THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH! How could the world not need a kpop idols sims game? IT DOES NEED IT! HELP SPREAD THE WORD! Go here!
love,
¿나디아?

Faceless Robot

That is yet another one of my failure drawings. It took me about 3 hours; if you bother to zoom in on the picture you'll find that the lines are actually really rough, and that the picture only looks good far away. I also didn't give my robot a face. I COULDN'T DECIDE WHAT FACE TO GIVE IT!  Thus why, I left it faceless.

On another [almost side-note] I'm writing with my left hand now! ^^
Hehehehe, I always did want to write with my left hand. And now I do! This is yet another fine example of how anything is possible. [wise words from a stupid kid].
Anyhow, in&out- ¿나디아?

Life is an adventure!

So treat it like one! I was reading farfella's blog post "Champions" And I felt like blogging afterward. So, thanks Farfella! While reading her post, I came across a few quotes I liked a LOT.  Top one that almost made me cry is:

When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world.  I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation.  When I found I couldn't change the nation, I began to focus on my town.  I couldn't change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family.  Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family.  My family and I could have made an impact on our town.  Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.

-Author Unknown
  The other one is :

Now the real adventure starts
A challenge that will truly test the best that's in your heart

Find the courage within

And then begin

To make the world right again,

To make the world right.

-"To Make The World Right Again" from the musical Narnia.

So the first one almost, ALMOST, made me cry; but that is because my life goal has always been to change the world, even if it's the smallest thing.  I can't explain why, maybe I just watched too much PokÉmon and Samurai Jack as a little kid. But that's why I want to become a physicist/mathematician/chemist. Because I want to come up with some crazy idea that just might work. I want to better mankind. 

Now, having covered the first quote; let's move on to the second one! The second reminded me of why I'm so childish, and why I imagine everyday as an adventure for me (the hero) to conquer. Because life IS an adventure! (at least to me.) I before reading farfella's post was feeling kind of down in the dumps, Forever alone, ya' know the feeling? But after reading it and thinking, I got thinking about the bigger thinks, the smaller things, and the things that always dry my tears. I haven't forgotten about being forever alone I just remembered that someday, someday if far away or near in sight, I won't be forever alone. And until then I have my ideas, the outdoors, my art, and my friends to keep me company. So how could I possibly be alone? I also do think that this feeling arose from a so called "mood-swing" so I feel that it should pass. ( that stuff happens when your my age.) But, back to the point. All this gave me a quick remainder of why my life is an adventure and I am the hero. (yes, maybe a little narcissistic.) I hope who ever reads this can feel the same, Cuz damn it feels good! 

I feel as if I have gotten a little more personal with my blog; I guess thats a good thing.

Earth day! (is it one word?)

Step by step, 1 2 3, dipdi daridu!~ So, in order to be more earth friendly I will not type much, and just show you all my day! {to save space on the internet :) }

I whent to starbuck and got a free cup of coffee! They were having an earth day special, that if you brought your own travel mug you'd get free coffee! It was nniiiiccceee!

Went to the back; realized how the wells Fargo picture isn't well drawn. It's okay...

Got out of the car like 500,000,000.000 times! Did a lot of walking. lol.

 pumped up the atmosphere with some partay music!

 drove by a park with a bunch of duck just chillin' by the trees.

 So I decided to stalk them!

 THEY BE CHILLIN' CUZ IT'S FRIDAY.

 This duck was eating something. I didn't bother to find out what, I didn't want to scare all the ducks away.

 I actually got pretty close to them, they were very domesticated.

 HE RAN FROM ME! why u run duck?!

 Hes just lookin' cuz im that good looking. ;D

 Such a beautiful duck. I really thought i'd never get a good picture of this one.

 I found some mating in the park and felt like I was David Attenborough!

 Still watching the mating cycle of the duck. I was curious as to why the duck on top pushed the duck located on the bottoms, head, down.

 B.J DUCK! (not appropriate for children.)

 just keep walking, just keep walking-...

 Didn't edit that photo! I came out that way.

So, HAPPY EARTH-DAY!

Essays

Saturday, 17 of April
Okay, so here is the story It started out on a regular evening, like any other particularly boring evening. The sun was setting, the sky was painted the luscious, creamy, colors it usually is. But for more added affect all go all out on this. The sun was at a slant above the ground. The sky was painted a Popsicle orange mixed with crimson steaks added for flavor a little pink gummy bears so to speak. the clouds being the whiskey, smooth, looking ice clouds they usually are. I was on a walk with my dog, and my siblings. Their names being Kimberly and Michael. It was breezy like standing in front of a fan on a hot summer day just to keep cool a little. It was a nice and a fairly boring evening. I was about ready for some fun, some ACTION-! when, I realized it was just a miserly Saturday, and I was just with my miserly family. What fun could you have? My dog was the one who was most entertaining to be with. He never talked back. Well... at least not yet, anyway. But for you to fully understand my opinion lets take a little walk back.

Sunday, 20 of March
I woke up with my morning glory about me my eyes crusted with gooey green stuff around my eyes, My hair standing on ends, face swollen, and stumbling about to shut my cell phone off. My alarm had gone off, It was the time I was to awaken from my deep sleep. Jump out from under my nice warm bed sheets feel the cold tile under my feet, and enjoy a tumble down the stairs on my way to the world finest food! CEREAL! This was and still is my morning glory. Oh ya' know what I haven't done yet? Introduce my self! Why shame on me how could I?! Ahem, well, yes my name is Annabel, I'm 14 years of age in grade 9 and am rather pleased to meet you! *insert smiley face* Now, back to the scene of the crime! After successfully turning of my alarm off. after several poundings. I was able to be in quite and enjoy my bed. once again. but little did in know that my mother, Krimmy, was down stairs getting dressed and what not. And I being my foolish self crawled back into bed like a eager sloth and covered my self with warmth once more. My eyes slowly shut, and off into dream land I went. Later that same sleeping period i was awaken by the ringing of my phone I check to see the time for I was already complaining about "who would call so early in the morning?!" When, to my very surprise I saw with my own eyes the time 10:30am. 10:30am?! Ohhh, deary, deary me! What was I to do? I was late for my class! my mother was calling me on the phone asking " where are you? aren't you going to class? are you aware as to the current time?" My reply " yes mother, I am aware as to the time. No mother, I will not be attending my class." Mother asked " why not? are you sick? do you have the flu?" I once again replied in my droning voice "no mother, I am not sick; And i don't have the flu. I am simply tired, I wish to sleep some more." mother in a questioning voice said "O-Okay, then." And I fell back on to my bed like a rain drop falling from the sky. 3 hours later, I got dressed and went down stairs. Only to be harassed by Krimmy! Why I do say! what kind of awakening is that? She proceeded to tell me that I was selfish, rude, and indignant. I was flustered yes, but I took it finely and proceed to go for a walk. the rest of the day I was in a sort of haze; so I don't really recall anything much.

The rest of the weeks
Were ever so frustrating! I could hardly stand my mother controlling the times of my sleep! I was so used to sleeping when I pleased is was just so-UGH! I wish not to speak of it anymore. I will rebel! But in a silent sort of way. I must gain my sleep hours back. NEED A STRATEGY!

Saturday, 17 of April
So, their I was at my computer writing an essay when my mother calls me and tells me to go to sleep. I argue that I am being scholarly and writing an essay. she says she would rather have me well rested. I do say! wouldn't any mother in their right mind WANT to have their child study like I was?! I would think so! But no, not my mother! I was frustrated over the issue just the thought Made me turn rather bitter. I shale go on a walk to exercise my fat dog; and shan't think of it more!
After my return I came to a sort of understanding that I too was selfish and indignant. but also realized that my mother was similar it was apart of the side that was a sort of defense mechanism installed in humans. So to take away my sort of freedom made that side shine. Yes i should be a nicer person but; alls well that ends well!

Music/ updates of my eargasms.

Yeah, you read the title, didn't you?! If you did no need for more words.

Nomak - "Geishas In the Days Feat. Pismo" 

 

 Everyone knows this song, right?! 

itaewon freedomw/ jyp

4minute - Heart to heart  *♥♥♥♥*

Facking love this song!! Nujabes -feather (r.i.p nujabes, you will be remembered.)

this song is old but i love it! snsd- chocolate love.

la-la-love this song! i spent a whole week listening to nothing but this. cyne - arrow of god

peter,bjorn and john- second chance. (good song.♥)

All right, mission over- ¿나디아?

The mornings

Mornings! The beautiful time of the day when the sun has just come up; the grass has dew on it, the birds are chirping! While for me awaking in the morning may not always be the most lovely experience. Waking up to a full bladder, rushing to the bathroom with eyes still closed, only to run into the wall on the way.  After reliving my bladder I am more fully awake and thoroughly bruised. Ready for breakfast! Hungry like the wolf! as one might say; of course not eating for eight hours straight does that to a person, Ya' know? But down the stair I go bright eyed and bushy tailed. Once after gliding down the stairs like a ninja, that is of course if you believe elephants can jump. I make a sharp left into the kitchen, open the cabinet, carefully examine the cereal boxes and weigh out which one I feel like eating. A very complicated process, that requires a lot of mental ability! To decide weather to eat Cheerios or honey bunches of oats in the morning will affect my mental performance through out the day. thus why most of the time I mix them together, Because everyone knows that some of life's best thing are mixtures! for example: water. It a mixture of hydrogen and oxygen. and that's some pretty good stuff, eh? Unless you happen to like soda better.
Now, seeing ass how the bowl is full of cereal I decide cereal is better with milk, add some milk, and...BAM! you got yourself a delicious gourmet meal that's perfect for the morning (GRANTED YOU HAVE TO WASH THE DISH). After ruthlessly murdering the cereal, also known as eating it.  It's about time to get stressed! Or as I meant dressed! The race against the clock begins to get ready before school starts. This includes Washing the face, brushing the teeth, getting dressed, grabbing stuff, putting on shoes, and leaving. To put it into one one sentence: mornings are WONDERFUL! That is of course if you think the earth it flat.

The Heart (it's complicated) *rant*

 I love that picture!

So whats up with people relating love to hearts? why are hearts so sensitive? (IT'S STUDYING TIME!)
Why is it so easy for people to hit your heart, but it's just not as easy when they get up and leave your heart with a hole in it? My school tells me a heart is the strong muscle which pumps blood throughout your body. It is a hollow muscle, about the size and shape of a fist. It is actually made up of two separate pumps. It is called an involuntary muscle because it works without you ever having to think about it working. But my friends tell me the heart is the focus of feelings and intuitions. So how can it be both? How can my heart keep me alive but also be what makes me love? Don't you think thats a little dangerous? So if you got your heart broken does that mean you would die?! (lets not get carried away now...) But, yeah, when i was younger i alway thought that i could just forget about love, ya' know? Just hide under a rock and never hear anything about love. But now that im older I find that a lot of thing in the world are about love. Music, art, books, blogs, conversations. just a lot of things. I find it harder and harder to just ignore this.
So i decided that i'd take the time to sort it through here on my blog.

So, heres my storie for today. When I was little I experienced two crushes in the whole 12 years I was alive. Not many. I remember hearing my friend talk about crushes' and dating all the time, but I just never payed attention. I always took those types of conversations as a waste of time. I still do to this day. I just look at it differently now. But I almost think I cursed my self now because so far anyone Ive taken interests in don't take an interest in me. It has affected my opinion of my self. It has forced me too look at this love situation. It makes me wonder why. Am I not lovable? Of course I am! for my theory in life is everyone in the world has someone even if just one person that will love them. so then why am I mocked at? why do people make fake love notes tell me about them and make me run for them? Si that in the end I could realize I was willing to go through a lot more just to see the name in the note?  Or just so in the end I could feel pitiful for chasing after that note, like a dog chasing a mirage of water in the desert? Is that why? To make me mad? To beat me down? Why? Why must I be taunted like this? I don't like the love game, I don't like having to ask my friend to ask the guy i like questions for me so he doesn't know it was me. I don't like it. Is that why? My next question is why does it bother me so much? why does it get under my skin so much? why is it becoming my achilles heel? Or is it just cuz of my age, because im a teenager? It could be. Ahh im ranting AGAIN! see? This stuff makes me rant! And you know what? this whole situation is making me pretty ballsy (for those who don't know what that mean look it up.) You know what? i feel left out. I don't want some boyfriend for a week or a month. I want something that will be hard to obtain, something that will be like a flower made from crystal. fragile, beautiful, worth the chase. But how long will I wait? How can I wait? Just with the thought of how it'll be worth it in the end? But what if it isn't? What if it ends up in a dead end? what happens if im just left gasping for air in the end like a fish out of water? Am I willing to take the risk? I am. I want to feel the rush, have the good memories to fill space in my mind. I want to feel the pain if it ever comes. I want to play dodge ball. I want to take risks. I'm tired of being on the side watching how to play the game. I want to be pushed into the game. I want to get hit with a ball. to only try again. I want to feel the love. But in the end I feel silly. for wanting a boyfriend for wanting to hold someone hand. I feel stupid for wanting something so animalistic. But at the same time I feel like I can't judge it until i experienced it just once. I want to be in a lab running tests. but i want to be able to go home and have someone to ask me how my day was. It's a simple want, right? But I don't want some body around just to ask me how my day was I want something different. someone who pays as much attention to me as i do to them some one who will stand up for me respect me but want to walk with me. be with me, tell me that my music election sucks and suggest other artists to me. I want that. I don't know what it is. I think it's what you call love. but I am not sure.

Is it? I don't actually expect you all to understand what im say or even to have read this whole post, i don't even expect you to care. But, I... I... am only questioning all this because of this kid. this kid Yeah call it what you want. but... It's left me speechless, I cant even finish my series of thoughts. but honestly i want more action than I do words. I want silence with so much meaning in it, it couldn't be redone, recorded, or replayed. So i have been wondering if this person has ever read my blog do they read it? have they ever read it? I don't know but if they do i wonder if they know who i am. I bet they don't. ima go back and scratch out their name. or maybe replace it with something else. but in the end im left wondering. i could spent hours just typing what im thinking, writing my thought on to my virtual diary, for all to read with all my bad grammar and run on sentences. but I have to sleep some time (sadly.) so i think i'll just leave it at this. for now...
Hearts, they are confusing.

Socially awkward moment #2

The "high-five".  Is perhaps the most uncomfortable thing to use at times. (especially if you get left hanging... possibly socially awkward moment #3.) And even I used it today ( perhaps the reason I'm writing this post.) I learned my lesson. I SHALL NEVER, EVER, use the "high-five" EVER AGAIN! I have waaaaay to many socially awkward moments as it stands and would like to reduce the number of occurrences. Even though I use them on my blog as humorous things they truly are a sickness. (a mental illness that takes over all people who have been in their house soo much they literally have no sigh of the sun on their skin at all.) Also, if you just happen to be an innocent geek please note you should NEVER compare peoples handwriting to word processing texts. But, that is a story for another socially awkward post. (Not that I have many of these stories to tell...[ Don't listen to her! she has many stories for you.] SHUT UP!) *clears throat* Yes, now, back to the actual discussion.
Here is an example of the "high-five" mistake.

"eating oreo cookies with milk while watchin house, perfect."

about an hour ago ·

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    Steph Ngo Share!

    about an hour ago ·
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    Nadia Luis with who? im watchin house on my room.
    but you may have an imaginary oreo! :)

    about an hour ago ·
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    Steph Ngo thnk you :)

    about an hour ago ·
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    Nadia Luis your welcome.

    about an hour ago ·
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    Sarah Lai i never get to eat oreos....

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    Viet Ta and u'll never will lol jk sorry i cant keep the evil in me

    47 minutes ago ·
  • Nadia Luis ahahahaha, sarah got burned! :D +high fives viet-

    35 minutes ago ·
  • Viet Ta ‎.... yea high fives

    25 minutes ago ·
  • Nadia Luis ahah, yeah i know it's incredibly hard to process all my stupid comments.

    19 minutes ago · 

Sugarland, exploration via videos

Hello! So after getting out of the doctors office yesterday we went exploring! (By exploring i mean we got hungry and wanted to eat.) And food we certainly found. In fact we went to whole foods market (the nicest looking whole foods market i have ever been to!) Also I've got good and bad new from the doctor. Bad news first, I have to wear a splint for 3 weeks, and i have to have physical therapy for eight weeks. Good news! My wrist is not broken ( like i thought it might have been.) but in face just is having issues with the tendons. apparently due to my flexibility. (physical therapy is to tighten my tendons.) but, yeah, not bad! at least it isn't broken that would have been a pain! (literally.) So, if you're wondering whats up with the videos they are my unedited explorations of sugarland, tx. (you jelly?)
Enjoy!

If you're wondering why their are six videos my phone didn't have a memory card so it could only record short videos. I got a memory card so in the future this wont happen again!
K,THKX,BAI!

Mental shocks ( awkward moment #1)

Have you ever been in the same class as someone you think you don't know at all? (Like never seen before.)
And you're in the class for about a a month, then all the sudden you realize you've seen that person before.
(shocker!!!)
You're mentally shocked, wondering if they remember you from then. The worst thing of all is you're not even certain it was who you think it was. Because when you look back on to that memory you cant remember their face.
Frustrating, isn't it?
Well, now think you asked the person if they remember the advent, if they were there. and they say "no" you feel relieved. Until of course they ask "why?", then your answer "no reason" seemed stupid. (everyone knows their was a reason.) And you're left to making your little origami boxes. ( that was awkward moment numbero uno.)
It's terrible, right??
Or am I the only one who has moment like that? (awkward moment #2)
*FOREVERALONE* (FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU)
Don't understand my memebase references? NOT TO WORRY! GO HERE.

On a lighter topic... yeah ain't got one right now.
Talky to you all later. BAI!
IN-AND-OUT-¿나디아?

Languages

Languages... They're everywhere! In Houston in just one day you run into at least three Spanish speaking people, one Korean speaking person, two Vietnamese speaking people, and many English speaking people. This is a minimal count. I'm sure the excact number is much higher! So this raises the question "should I learn a second language?"  Then once you have answered that, the question arises "which language?"  People almost always reach for french. And french isn't a bad language... It's just that it is a very common language to learn. why not learn Japanese? It too is an international language! And their are many Japanese speaking people in the world! So why not?


That my friend is what I told my self four weeks ago. When I decided to learn Japanese along with my Korean. (Not to mention that I still have to master my Portuguese.) Do I regret learning all these languages? NO! I use them frequently (not the Japanese; yet!) even though I am not always the best at Korean I am still able to use it to communicate with Korean speaking people. I have only two more languages I want to learn before I am to be basically satisfied; Vietnamese, and Hindi. ( You must be thinking i live on a bonk roll, huh?) Actually, even though it still costs money to learn all the languages. I don't spend more than $500 every 3-4 months. (still kind of expensive...)
Do you remember that saying from childhood " don't judge a book by its cover."? Well same applies to schools. the schools I go to don't have big class rooms, some of them don't even have real walls, (they use curtains to divide the rooms.) they are small rooms with small classes. But like that saying goes, don't judge a book by its cover. I learn the language I want, I make friends, I am supplied with good learning material, and most importantly, the teachers are nice. (they act like you're their family.) So, let me ask you; have you maybe reconsidered learning a language? I hope so!

So yeah, I lectured you all to death.  (sorry!)
But! LAST QUESTION! What is your favorite language?
In and out- ¿나디아?