in my cozy little corner

of torture. my room may be warm and decked out in holiday cheer, but i just want these damn finals to be over so i can go home! there's only so much you can study in quantitative methods in business before you want to murder yourself.

what can i say. since day one.


anyway, i couldn't resist the american apparel sale once again, so i came home. :) i spent less than $100 and i bought about 10 vnecks, two skirts, two tubetop leotards, a backback, and a bag.

i will miss a few things over break:

- Catherine Dang.
- Margaret Snider.
- Annie and Gabri and going to their apartment.
- bitching about the bay area.
- all of my F21 loves.
- the elevator breaking.
- the gym.

BUT WHATEVER. BECAUSE THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME. :) can't wait to see cotie and brit!

teaser.

i was blessed with an extended Thanksgiving holiday, but it went by much too fast. i love my new room and i missed my bed. I got to see most of the people I love, had IN N' OUT on more than on occasion, shopped until i literally dropped, and bonded with the family. flying in and out was hell, i must say, especially the transports to and from the airport. it only makes me more excited for the next two months because i will be home again more often than not. gas prices make me smile and my dorm room is now decorated. :) only 22 days until Christmas and only a week left of school before finals. I can do this. :)

but one of the things i achieved by going home was realizing that i can still make boys nervous. <3

currently engulfed in:

all worth reading. even guys.

to all

the guys
who steal my number from the break room at work... go back to your girlfriend who's presumably pregnant. i have had enough drama in my life and don't need extra in case i run out.

the girls
who get with guys and after fewer than two months, start saying "i love you babe" and "forever"... you're setting yourself up for heartbreak and i feel bad for you, yet laugh at you at the same time.

MY FRIENDS BACK HOME:
i officially worked my last day yesterday and am now free as a bird until January when I must start hunting for a job... as a nineteen year old. i can't wait to see you at Thanksgiving!!

what happened

to the me that didn't care?

solitary.

in case you didn't already know, these past few months have been amazing just being ALONE. untouched, unbothered. i'm excited to go back home (and apparently, i've moved. wtf)... but i haven't missed anyone. in general, i miss my family and friends, but i just want to be by myself. all the time. i guess i've changed.

can't wait forrrrr..

stinica and rash reunion.
thanksgiving with my family.
vlpv reunion.
so real cru reunion for daniel alvarez's funeral/andrew atangan's birthday.
sleeping on my queen bed again.

steel magnolia.

delicate interior,
rough and unbreakable exterior.

free to

not give a flying fuck.

THE BRIDGE.

riveting documentary.
don't worry, it's not any subtle hint.

PART ONE.



PART TWO.



PART THREE.

* remember what the little boy, sebastian, says about a minute into the clip. haha



PART FOUR.



PART FIVE.



PART SIX.



PART SEVEN.



PART EIGHT.



PART NINE.



PART TEN.



watch this music video.

* p.s. i know the girl in the video with the blonde hair who says at the end, "i tried hurting myself but i'm glad i got help..."



twice a month. someone has jumped.
pray for them.
appreciate your loved ones.

philosophy.

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!

On each of these websites, you can click a button to support the cause -- each click creates funding, and costs you nothing! Bookmark these sites, and click once a day!





Click here to post this on your page or 'blog

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.