the only man

in my life who has never disappointed me is Jesus Christ.

if i don't pass first semester, it is because of this:

if you are handed it, you can HANDLE IT.

on Saturday, God proved to me that I truly have guardian angels watching out for me. :) After work, Erika and I went to two parties with Marisa Rubio. It was a great reunion because I missed her so much, but I wasn't in the mood to party anymore because I found out I would have to work Sunday and I haven't had a Sunday off since I started. Anyway, I ended up wanting to leave and Demian, Brenda, and Andy met up with us. How convenient that the random bus we took at 12:30 in the morning stopped right in front of CSUSF. and i ended up at the bus stop by myself. normally, in l.a., it's okay to be by yourself because you have a car. but picture being by a dark road like this and being at a random bus stop... freezing:



i know, right? anyway, i got on the bus and took out my little map like a tourist and tried to route where I was going. i knew that once i got off that bus, i had to wait for another one and get on it to get to my school. not fun. i wouldn't be home until 2. anyway, i got on the bus and i sat in the front and the bus driver started engaging in smalltalk with me. he was very nice and before i knew it, he was giving me some very good advice about my life! i was about to get off until he said "do you want me to just drop you off in front of your school?" i couldn't believe it. you really don't understand how big of a deal that is here in frisco. bus drivers are MAJOR DOUCHE BAGS. they would never EVER go out of their way to take you anywhere. on a regular day, you'd be lucky if they would even wait TWO SECONDS for you to get on the bus. I felt really blessed, especially since I was scared shitless after Demian told me he just got jumped in his own building.

So I'm finally trying to acquire some school spirit. I bought two school sweatshirts that are really comfortable. After being here, I think I've already learned quite a bit. I've learned that 75% of the crap that I have pack-ratted over the past 18, (sad to say, almost 19) years of my life, I really don't need and could care less about.

Anyway, I have been very contemplative lately. more than usual. Where am I meant to be in life? I'm very stressed and I keep trying to pray about it, but it's just so hard.

MY COUSIN ANNA HAD HER BABY! She was two weeks early. Welcome to the world, baby Brooklyn Tiana. It's rough and it's cruel, but you will love it.

Come to my GOSPEL CHOIR concert! Sunday, December 7th. No joke, we're really good. Sister Act II status:



I need to start paying attention in philosophy and stop playing tetris in class. I'm really tired. I have my halloween costume, but haven't finished making it.

ohhh and i'm doing my public speaking informative speech on this amazing man:



my intro is to sing the theme song. cardigan. shoelace tying. wearing my "it's all good in my hood" mr. rogers screen tee. closing with the closing song. snappy snap. i'm too good.

for next time: interesting facts about frederick mcfeely rogers.

until then, reflect... who thought mr. mcfeely was fucking scary?

trip back home to LA, blog part II.

and this is exactly why photographs help when you don't know what the fuck you did the night before. you realize how ridiculous you can be with the ones you love.

BE THE CHANGE.

You already waste your time on myspace, facebook, and aim. you might as well use technology to the world's better advantage. credits to moniker for having this on her page a long time ago.

Save The World - One Click At A Time!

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full of surprises.

this past weekend, i came home and surprised my mom, my dad, my brother, and magdalena catherine mumper. roselin, lindsey and i had been keeping our big secrets for at least a month and we were all finally reunited!

i worked last friday, so it was absolute death. i didn't go to bed until 1:30 and had to wake up at 5. aly took me to the airport and my ears absolutely hurt on the plane. but seeing the sun rise into beautiful southern california took my breath away. the surprise remained a surprise until the very last second when lindsey accidentally chose the wrong words and my brother found out it was me he was picking up at the airport!

i gave lindsey her birthday present: a ring with her name on it, the "i" dotted with a heart. then when we got back to norwalk, i made my brother pull over the car so i could give him his belated birthday present: all nine seasons of his favorite television sitcom, Everybody Loves Raymond.



then i surprised my parents and we went out to breakfast. i went to Target, which i had missed desperately in Frisco because the closest one is 9 miles away! Driving isn't that bad, but when you have to take public transportation everywhere, it's awful.

i got my hair cut at regis at the mall and i didn't know it was breast cancer awareness "clips for the cure" day! all cuts were $15. i love mine and desperately needed it.

i never realized how expensive diapers are! I bought some for my cousin Anna, the mother-to-be. I went to her house to her baby shower and I got to reunite with all of my cousins, the next Ramos generation of terrors.

afterwards, i went to my sharty Roselin's house and we had a joyous reunion. we got ready and planned our surprise visit to Maggie. We picked her up, got limes and churros at lbtc, and headed over to Food 4 Less like old days to meet up with Andrea. We hustled a guy into buying us Popov, and he got it for us for free! How sweet of him.

we headed to BlowUpLA and basically, my patron days are over for a while. it was quite a night. i passed out in my bed.




woke up the next morning to take the thrivas home. had breakfast with my SO REAL CRU! went to lunch at Pinoy Pinay with Nestor and Adelia. picked up Andrea at Carlos's house. went to Del Amo Mall with Nilo and Lindsey. went to lunch at Kabuki with Star, Monica, and Maria. sang at the 5. got IN N' OUT. Headed to Long Beach Airport and my flight was delayed an hour and a half. i fucking hate jet blue. and stupid idiotas who decide to get off the plane. i arrived at SFO at 10:30, didn't get back to my dorm or my roommate's loving arms by 12. showered and passed out.

DIDN'T GO TO CLASS ALL DAY. slept all day. ate and slept again. watched TV, went to Gospel Choir, and now, here I am, scheduling my flight home for Christmas and watching Gossip Girl.

this was the best weekend ever. as exhausting as it was, i needed it. i realized how homesick i am, but i got over it. my heart will forever be in love with L.A.

isn't it funny and sad how you know someone is playing you for a fool, yet you let them do it anyway?

WHATEVER.

anyway, can't wait for Whitney Port's new show, The City. she's way better than Lauren Conrad any day.

see you at Thanksgiving. even you, you bastard. if you're lucky.

lead by EXAMPLE.

am i forgetting to remember or remembering to forget?

I have always liked to believe I trusted God with everything, but sometimes it's hard to just GIVE IT TO HIM and not try to be in control. Someone please motivate me to pray more and to never let go of my vision.

And if we are to call each other friends, I'll take it one day at a time.

i was a fool to think

you'd be there when i got back.

seven days without prayer makes

ONE WEAK.

the city is my oyster.

work is taking over my life. this weekend i'm missing lovefest and no one can get over it. geez, calm down, it'll be there next year. i work tonight, tomorrow from 12 - 7, and sunday from 9:30 - 4. wtf have i become? a money-hungry fool. whatever. i don't even care because i'm going to nordstrom's today to treat myself to a nice new purse. :) that's always fun.

what should i be for halloween? i've got a few ideas, but i don't even know! tell me what i would look cute in please. :)

so everyone seems to be writing about love nowadays.

My cliche moment of the day: what is love? Seriously though. Is it the kind of love Noah and Ally had in the notebook-- an attraction and passion so irresistible that even if they tried, they couldn't escape each other, even though it was over a mere summer? Is it the kind of love Harry and Sally had, where they were acquaintances who did not particularly like each other, then grew to become best friends after twelve years who loved each other and got married? Or is love more like the skewed, unromanticized versions we see on television and in movies? Is it like Jay Gatsby and Daisy-- unrequited and unfulfilling, ending in heartbreak, but known to have existed and survived the test of time, even if they couldn't be together? Is it like Jesus' love-- unconditional, worth giving your life for others?

The real question is... why do we try so hard to define love? Is it so that we'll know what it is when it comes just in case we miss it? Or is it because we always have to label everything and understand everything, even things whose purpose is to simply be enjoyed, not fully understood? Yes, I'm guilty of always trying to figure out love and be a lowkey hopeless romantic. But when love comes to me, I'll know what it is. Every kind of love is unique and incomparable, so why do we need to keep trying to one-up each other? So what if Landon took Jamie to the state border so she could be in two places at once or named a star after her. So what if Edward climbed up the fire escape with a dozen long-stemmed roses to give Vivian her fairy tale, even though he was afraid of heights.

I know there's a man out there who is capable of loving me. RIght now, I'm simply concerned with a man who can respect me.

So simply go to church with me and grow old with me and i'm yours.

all in all, a top night.

tonight after work, i had IN-N-OUT for the first time in San Francisco, the first time since August 21st. It was the most delicious food I've had since I've gotten here and the most delicious food I've had since I was a young baby being breastfed. that's right, i used that analogy.



then i took the trolley for the first time... i felt like i was on Full House..



and then i took a taxicab home. :) it was fun... except when the cabbie started talking on his cell phone. wtf. IT'S ILLEGAL IN CALIFORNIA, BUDDY.



and my brother's birthday presents came in the mail and i am currently enjoying them before i have to give them to him. yay.

i didn't do homework, but it was all worth it.