Thursday, October 29, 2015

Led Zeppelin 2 | 34


(photo taken: September 24, 2014)

I have to admit that I never thought I'd be attending one of these concerts. I also admit that I feel so weird knowing that my pictures are all out of order, makes me feel quite odd. 

This was the first concert Milton and I attended together, so I knew it would be a good adventure! We were walking around downtown, like we always do, and there was a guy handing out two tickets to people. He asked us if we would like to go to this concert, I was gonna say no but then Milton seemed excited and got them. Ohh whale lol I was pretty skeptical because I don't really like this type of music. Those who know me know I'm more Mexican and like "mainstream" type of music. But since I saw Milton excited, I'm like why not. 

I felt this was a pretty cool "post anniversary" date. I didn't know what to wear for the occasion because I wanted to look "rockish". I ended up wearing a flannel, jeans, and my combat boots, aka the boots I used to "jump" fences at school that one time. Hmm, I think that'll make a great post! But anywho, I went home real quick and then went to Milton's house so we can leave together, with his brother and girlfriend. I enjoyed helping him get ready and choose his clothes because for a moment I felt we were at our own place with no worries, just getting ready for a concert date night! 

I thought we'd be late because we detoured to get gas and plus traffic and everything, but we made it on time! I remember going up the hill to the House of Blues was a bit exhausting! We got there and I felt like a child. Everyone around us were adults, everyone had a drink in their hand or chilling at the bar. And then there was me. We were looking for a good spot, and the show started! I actually liked the beginning! I thought it would be hardcore, scary, demonic sound type of music. But it wasn't anything like that, good thing because I would have probably left! And have nightmares. We went upstairs to the balcony but came back down because I didn't feel comfortable there. Since it was the balcony and the bar was up there too, it was pretty small and I didn't feel right thinking someone can get a bit too drunk or try to do something. So we decided to finish watching the show downstairs. 

The beginning part of the show was great! I was into the music, especially because parts of it was mellow and then the occasional solos! But then somewhere in between it got kind of boring. Or well the songs weren't as interesting. I don't know if it was that or it was because we weren't paying attention because that's when we kept moving from downstairs and the balcony. So I probably wasn't really in the mood for it anymore.

I think we had to leave early because of work for them the next day. I didn't mind as much because it was getting a bit "late", and I felt we had already enjoyed ourselves. One of the songs I really liked, I forgot the name of it. But it was so peaceful and slow and had occasional guitar sounds in it, but it seemed lovely. The lights made it look more nice and everywhere around us couples were hugging each other and were "slow dancing". So we did the same, it was pretty cute. 

All in all, I had a great time! It was our first time going to a concert together and although I didn't want to go at all, it was good in the end! And I think that's one thing I've learned, or still am learning, that the things I feel skeptical or judgy about, are the times I enjoy. Well some, not all! If we were given tickets to go see them again, I'd go again. That says something. And it shocked me because like I said, I'm not the type to like that genre. 

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Chicks Coming To My Balcony | 33


(photos taken: July 22, 2014)

I was going to name this blog "Chick-Fil-A" but no I thought that was too much lol I don't want people thinking we ate them or something! So instead of "bringing the boys to the yard", chicks coming to my balcony! Yes, I'm original and punny! 

I think this was the first and by far the only time that the eggs actually hatched! For some time we had pigeons coming to our balcony and we thought they laid eggs but I guess not. I don't know why the chose our balcony, but this was the second time they decided to make a nest in our balcony. Every morning I would hear they're pigeon noises but I got used to it. After some days, my mum noticed they had laid eggs. 

This was one of the most beautiful moments I've experienced with animals! I don't know how to tell pigeon gender, but I'll say it was the mom that was always there, and the dad would come every once in a while but would also stay there with the mom and the egg. We had spotted one, but there was actually two of them! It melted my heart, so beautiful how the mother was always there warming up her eggs, and any noise she'd here from us when we'd get close, she would immediately turn her head and looked you dead in the eye! Of course I never threatened her or got too close because I respected them, but I was there to see what was happening! Because we had our mop and broom there, the movement would scare away momma pigeon. She'd fly to the wire cable thing, but she would never take her eyes off of her babies or us. This is when I realized that when people insult others by saying, "pareces animal", it is an insult...to animals! Because they are so protective over their territory, food, and family! Especially their little ones, so don't get near or don't attempt to do something unless you wanna die! Short and simple. It's basically an "over my dead body" type of situation! 

I really wanted to watch the chicks hatch, watch them emerge from the eggs. But I didn't get to. I would check up on them throughout the day and I would try to listen carefully trying to hear little chirps, but it never happened. Then one morning I looked through the window and I saw there was momma pigeon...with the little yellow chick!!! It was sooo adorable! Only one was born, the other one probably took a day or two, not sure. But I guess it happened throughout the night because the previous day the egg was still there. The other pigeon, pigeon pops, would come and nest up with momma pigeon and the little creatures. Next thing we knew the other one was born and now they were a cute little family! Like I previously said, it was beautiful seeing the role of a mom, but not a human mom. There's so many "parents" who abandon their children or aren't attentive, and here in my balcony were two pigeons that anytime they'd hear movement or see us, they would quickly step up and give you the death stare! So caring and beautiful! 



They grew up pretty quick, their adorable yellow color didn't last long because they started gaining their grayish color and began to grow from a little fur ball into ducks kind of. As you can tell from the picture, although they are alone and momma pigeon had her back to them, she still stared right into my soul. I felt bad, so I was never too near for a long time because I didn't want to scare her away! I never saw them eating or anything, but I would hear them chirp in the mornings! Both parent pigeons starting leaving the nest little by little, but they would come back. 

Then the little duck looking creatures gained their actual look and weren't as cute anymore, I'm sorry. It melted my heart seeing the four of them walking around the balcony. And both parents were teaching them how to fly! I was trying hard not to scream because the cuteness was killing me! They first started on the balcony, slowly flying off of it but soon coming back down. After they got the hang of it they would fly to the wire cable and back to the balcony, one flying away the other flying towards them, and coming back. The next challenge was flying from our building to the other. The parents were so attentive and whenever I'd be close to the balcony they would turn to look at me and stop their training. 

For a couple days I wouldn't see the parents come by which made me sad. But when they'd come back, they continued with flying lessons. The next morning when I woke up and checked on them, they weren't there. They came back for a while but kept coming and going. That lasted for about 2 or 3 days. After that the nest was empty and I didn't see them come by. Another 2 or 3 days went by and I saw probably momma pigeon come. I would think it was her because she'd check the nest and wait a bit before leaving and would keep coming and checking. After that they were gone and didn't come back, so we had to throw away the nest and clean up the spot because of the poop and what not. 

I probably sounded like a crazy person making up this story saying momma pigeon, pigeon pops, and what not. But in my head, that's what it seemed like! And it was so beautiful witnessing how a pigeon cares for her kids. They never came back, but I was glad I got to "experience" that. Everything from momma pigeon (there I go again) testing our balcony, the eggs laying, them hatching, the "evolution", flying lessons, and...LEAVING THE NEST! 


Anxiety | 32


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I'm sure I'm not the only teen who has suffered from anxiety and/or panic attacks. The first one I ever had was when I was 12. I won't get into detail because I simply don't want to. But it was a horrible experience that was happening and I was crying, I was shaking, I felt my hands cold and numb, and I couldn't move. I didn't know it was that until laaater when I learned about all these disorders. 

I remember taking psychology during my senior year and being my first class of the day, I was stoked! I was even more excited when I saw there was a chapter full of mental disorders. It had always fascinated me, I just don't like it when I have to go through it! 

I've had several lately, most happening within the last year maybe two. I've had them at home, not as much, I've had them with Milton (embarrassing on our second date), and I've even had them at school. I hate when others see me cry so I would take the longest restroom break until I would kind of calm down. It hadn't been so bad until last year that I was taken to the hospital. And not too long ago, but I knew I wasn't dying or anything so I had to try calming down and having Milton by my side helped.


Basically what happened last year was this...
I was over at Milton's house and we were watching tv. I started feeling my body tense up, but I tried ignoring it and focused on whatever we were watching. But it only got worse. After a few minutes he had asked me something and I didn't answer. He noticed something was wrong and when I was able to move my mouth I told him my whole body was numb. What I mean about my mouth hurting was that it felt numb and it was hard for me to talk because I had to move my lips and it hurt. He sat me up straight and started to calm me down, rubbing my arms and legs and hands, but nothing was working, I couldn't move and I felt numb! I began to freak out more and I began to cry, he quickly brought me a glass of water for me to drink, it was tough holding the glass, and tougher drinking it. I actually couldn't get a sip, the water just dripped down my mouth. His brother and his brother's girlfriend came into the living room and she noticed my pulse was racing, I honestly didn't think it was racing. I only felt my body numb and that was it. So they took me to the hospital, Milton carried me to the car because my legs felt weak. Yes kind of romantic but that's not what I was thinking, I was thinking I was going to have a stroke! Once at the hospital, they gave me a paper I had to sign, DUDE I CAN'T HOLD ANYTHING! I was barely able to walk or drink water! So Milton signed everything for me, that's the first time anyone besides a doctor knew my weight, and when I found out he knew I was mad lol They took me in and connected some things on my chest and arms. My pulse reached 132 I believe, that's not supposed to go over 100! Milton was by my side through it all *keeper* and I slowly calmed down and was getting normal pulse. They asked me different questions, made me pee in a cup, and after a while they gave me a paper. What did it say? Generalized Anxiety Disorder. They explained it to me a bit, but I wasn't listening, I knew what it was I had learned it in school! And with that they let me go. 


I was still really scared because it had never gotten that bad. I eventually had to tell my parents, but when it came down to it I broke down in tears and Milton did the talking. You guys should have seen the look on my mum's face when Milton asked if we could talk to her! Swear she thought I was pregnant lol No mum, I'm not doing that! But what I hate is that she said she was giving me advice or making me look at the brighter side, I felt she was mad at me! She started saying it's not fair for someone like me to feel like that, I have a lot in life to be thankful for and to be crying and having those "episodes" wasn't right. She was asking what happened to the positive and happy version of you, and I hate when people start talking to me like that! Do you really think if I had an option, I would choose to be feeling this way??? People really don't know what goes on inside one's mind! 

Since I was still scared and lately my heart would be a major concern, since I always think the worse, I scheduled an appointment with a cardiologist. And they all seemed shocked to see an 18 year old walk into their office because she thinks there's something wrong with her heart. I had different tests done on me. My favorite was like an ultrasound of my heart. It was disgusting but cool seeing my heart pumping fast, which was normal, and there would be neon flashes which would represent where blood was being pumped. And then for 24 hours I had what seemed like a CD player or cassette player! There were 6 different wires attached all on my stomach and chest all connected to a little machine which would record my heart beat for the next 24 hours. I have the pictures, but I'm obviously not showing those! And I cried leaving that day. I felt like there was really something wrong with me and I felt everyone stared at me weird. Of course I put up a front with my family. But thank God, nothing was abnormal. They said I'm good, it's just stress and anxiety and that I have to learn to control those fears or thoughts I have. Ok Doc! 


(photos taken: November 11, 2014)

I had dealt with anxiety/panic attacks before and I never knew what they were. I remember being on vacation and calling my mum saying I wasn't able to catch my breath and that I felt my heart accelerating. The only thing she was able to do was tell me to calm down, drink tea, go out to a park, or head to my grandma's (or the manager's office) until she'd get back. This last time, the same thing happened. I began feeling agitated. I felt I couldn't catch my breath. Then the numbness kicked in, my arms and face. Then of course the crying and panicking which is worse! Milton has been a saint always being by my side when it happens! It did take quite a while for me to calm down! I wasn't able to talk because my mouth would hurt moving! The only thing I kept thinking was what happened last year and that I didn't want to be back there again! It wore off completely after probably 2 hours or so. 

It is the worst feeling ever! Just like the picture of the man above, you feel you can't catch your breath, light headed, numb, jittery, sweaty, freaking out. And I hate when people say to calm down, that's what I'm trying but I can't! I've tried breathing excercises and I guess maybe they help, but not when they hit hard. If I could give advice to those who suffer from anxiety/panic attacks...I wouldn't know what to say. I can't say it gets better because I mean I just recently had a big one. I guess all I can say is pray or hope that it gets over soon! And if you're alone, head outside, somewhere where if you feel horrible you know you can scream or tell someone. I'd say talk about other things and go for a walk, think happy thoughts, but that doesn't work for me either! Medication, I wouldn't take that just because it's not so severe with me, and plus you don't want to be taking harsh medication at such a young age. They told that to me, they told that to my mum regarding stress. So imagine my mum being too young to take pills, it'll probably kill us! I think what's important is just having something there with you that can support you through it all! 


The only thing I liked about this experience, going to the cardiologist, was the view!





Monday, October 26, 2015

Guilt | 31


(photo taken: October 26, 2015)

As you can tell, tonight's post isn't about a throwback picture. I felt I needed to blog about this today, although I don't feel the guilt as much anymore.

DISCLAIMER: Today marks a month since I began to blog! 

The story begins, and ends, at the bus stop. I was waiting for the bus to head to Downtown since I was already "late", but I still got there late because the bus took forever! An old lady maybe in her late 50's early 60's (I don't know how to tell age) walked by and stood by my side. We began to make small talk after she asked me if I had been waiting long and if the bus had passed already. We were talking a bit, and I noticed she reached into her purse and something fell. But I didn't see what it was, I thought it was a tissue or those cards they hand out on Alvarado. It wasn't until later that I noticed it was money. I was looking around, I don't know if anyone else saw when she dropped the money. She kept talking to me and I thought she was testing me to see how honest the youth is now a days. Apparently not so honest! 

I still don't know if she was testing me or if she really didn't notice it. I felt uncomfortable so I moved towards the bus stop checking to see if any bus came. Her bus came and she said bye and got on, I noticed the bill was still there. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I didn't want to leave it there laying because I think someone else had their eye on it as well. But I didn't want to take it because in a way I would be stealing from an old lady. Once my bus came I decided to step on the bill to hide it. Once the bus came everyone went towards it and I just picked it up, I wasn't slick at all. I noticed it was a 10, but I wasn't happy about it. Not because it wasn't a bigger bill, but because I didn't know if I made the right decision. People can say what they want, but when it comes down to some things I'm too honest.

One time I went to Robeks at Macy's Plaza. I ordered my smoothie and paid. When I got my change I got $2 extra in return. Any other person would have just kept it, but I felt bad because I didn't know if the guy was new or if he'd get in trouble somehow for not having accurate money in the cashier. So I let him know he gave me extra money and he smiled and thanked me, saying it's great to know there's honest people like me in the world. So it felt good knowing that I wasn't selfish. I told my mum and she called me "pendeja" lol I felt that if I kept it, it wouldn't feel right.

I was obviously too late because the old lady had left, although she said she would get off on the next street, but who knew where she had gone. And the thing that made me feel worse was that she said she was going to buy something for her granddaughter when she'd pick her up from school. For my selfishness she didn't have that 10 and she was probably short on money for her granddaughter! I immediately told Milton, and once I got home I told my mum. They both convinced me that it was my luck, and that the old lady must have had more cash on her. I then joked saying that was her pocket change and she'd have 20's and 50's in her purse.

I don't know guys, I still feel a bit guilty. Especially since yesterday I got a cleansing yesterday (Placita Olvera, definitely should go get one, they are there until November 2nd, and no it's not anything bad) and now I'm sinning by stealing from an old lady. But hopefully she didn't even realize. It's still there, I haven't spent it. I was thinking of doing something with it like buying a meal for a homeless person, giving it to the church, just doing something nice, kind of like passing it on. Then I won't feel as bad because I know I didn't keep it for myself and it wasn't a selfish act. I'm always complaining that I never find money in the streets, like my dad and Milton, and the day I find more than $1 the guilt kills me, just my luck! 

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Senior Luau | 30


(Senior Luau: September 4, 2013)

If I have the wrong date, let me know! So I've been seeing that tonight is/was Santee's homecoming. But my homecoming sucked so I'd rather talk about the Senior Luau in which I had so much fun! 

I guess I'll give a little summary of our homecoming dance. First off, our class was broke, apparently we hadn't raised enough money so we didn't have a lot of options. Our homecoming dance was held on the second floor balcony space. I actually didn't mind the location despite all the students complaining. I liked it because for one, it would be outside and you wouldn't have to deal with leaving the room for a while to cool off or anything. Second, I really liked how it was decorated! The theme was really used, A Night In Paris, with the most crappiest drawn Eiffel Tower! But I didn't have a problem with the location. What I didn't like was the DJ. It kept mixing up the songs, as soon as a good song would play he would change it to another one. It sucked. The girls and I decided to leave early and go get something to eat. What I find funny is that where we were standing, Milton was also there talking to Rudy (btw HAPPY BIRTHDAY RURUKINS!), but I was chismiando with Jennifer so I never noticed him. We didn't see each other and we were a couple steps away from each other! But homecoming sucked, not the best homecoming to end high school. And what made me angrier was that Jennifer and I had planned to go see Two Door Cinema Club, but we decided to go to homecoming instead since it was going to be our last homecoming dance. If I knew it was going to be lame, NO DOUBT we would have gone to the concert! 

Okay, Luau time! The senior Luau is the first event us seniors have. It's like the beginning of everything! Yes we still went to school that day, so I made sure to curl my hair since the morning, just so that after school I can just touch up and not waste too much time getting ready! After school we headed to a friend's house to get ready. I must admit I loved that because it was us girls, talking, listening to music, helping each other get ready, typical pre-school dance session! It's a good thing I had planned ahead because everyone was waiting on the hair curler, I believe there were two of them, but still they have a lot of hair unlike me. So it was getting late, I really didn't add any makeup because I don't wear makeup. Back then I just wore eyeliner and mascara. I just wanted to touch up my hair but there wasn't much time left and everyone was using it. In the end I just retouched a few curls and we headed to school.

Of course getting there we all had to take pictures! Not only were we looking BUMB (yes bumb instead of bomb), but it was a memory. Like I said previously, it was the first of many senior events, at least that's what we thought! *we lacked in senior activities/events...ohh and school spirit* After everyone got pictures on their phones and everyone was finished complimenting each other *lies* we headed to the P.E gates to make line. We were able to get out senior shirts as well that day, senior shirts also sucked a bit, I wanted our class to have a quote but no. I think they had like carne azada for the food which I laughed because it wasn't even good! But like all school dances, I never went for the food I went to dance and have fun! 

After a while the sun starting going down and they put up some neon lights and setting up the light ball from the DJ. We all eventually made it to the "dance floor" (our luau was held at the blacktop) and started having fun! I wasn't sure if I'd get into the pool because I hadn't brought extra clothes. I thought I'd just chill by the pool for a minute, but no there was no time for that! That night I mostly spent it with Kimmy (ayeee girl)! We were dancing, laughing, judging, just having a great time! I remember we had said we were going to "turn up" and be "ratchet" for the night...I'm ashamed I ever used those words! But thank you Kimmy for that fun night!

I guess the excitement was over the top because this was the start! This was the start of our senior year, we were finally on our last year, we thought we were going to have a lot of fun events, this luau just set the mood for how our senior year was going to be like. I didn't get into the pool because I didn't leave the "dance floor". There was a pinata involved at some point, I was just really hyped! And naturally hyped, I wasn't drunk or anything, just for the record! Towards the end once they were putting away the tables and chairs, they had announced that they found a small brown bag, if it was anyone's to go claim it. I had forgot I left it on the table and since no one was there anymore I guess they were nice enough to say something about it. 

I just had so much fun! I wish I had the same kind of fun at prom (btw if you haven't read that post yet you should go check it out). Once again this is where expectations come in. I didn't know what to expect for the luau, I didn't know what it would be like. For prom I had high expectations...But anyway, once it was over we decided to take a picture and I ended up comparing that one to the ones before it started. Our hair was a mess, I was super oily because I was sweating, hot mess...or just a mess! The next day I woke up sore from my feet, so that should say something! Senior Luau was one of the best nights and best events! Don't even get me started with our "Senior Picnic"!...


Friday, October 23, 2015

Shopping | 29


(photo taken: January 13, 2015)

Shopping. Something I feel everyone loves, not just girls. I used to think only girls had obsessions with buying clothes and shoes, no there's some guys that are the same or more into shopping. I have been a Target fan for a long time, not just now that everyone seems to like it. I remember going to Target at Culver City and buy all my clothes there. The best part? While either my dad or mum were in line to pay, I'd go with the other one to the food court to buy popcorn or ICEE! Gosh I remember and miss those days so much! I guess I just got used to City Target downtown that I forgot actual Targets have a little food court inside, and then evolved and built a Starbucks there as well. 

I was never "petite" or "small". I was a big baby, and all through my childhood, and even teen years, I was big. I was never too fat but I did have a tummy and round face lol So looking for clothes that fit me would be difficult. I remember when I was size 14/16, and then at some point that wouldn't fit either so I had to go into like the teen clothes. And when I barely hit my teen years, there would be times that clothes wouldn't hide my stomach so I'd have to get women clothes, but then they were too grown up for me, to revealing, so it was a struggle! I'm just now looking somewhat normal lol

So as you can see shopping had always been a struggle for me. And I remember being in the fitting rooms and crying because the biggest size the store would carry wouldn't fit me. My mum would always say it was because I would eat too much and my stomach was big, so I would cry even more! I guess as I started growing my body changed. I hate when people ask me if I work out or what do I do because I seem to "look skinny". Like okaaay, make me laugh I hate working out and I hate eating healthy! But you know, there's a time when you say to yourself, "if I'm able to change the way I look, why not do it instead of complaining about it?" Well at least that's what I told myself! I wish I was those type of people who enjoy working out and are all about fitness! In the end you should exercise and eat well for your health, looking good should just be the bonus! 

So I was getting a bit sidetracked there. I used to buy my clothes at Target, Ross, Kmart, Sears, rarely Walmart. So I didn't start going to stores like Forever 21 and H&M until I was probably in 8th grade, maybe even 9th. I thought the stores were expensive and it was too mature for me, until I actually stepped into one. The first Forever 21 I went to was the one in Beverly Center! My current favorite stores are of course Target, H&M a bit, Forever 21 sometimes, and I actually liked that one store Wet Seal, they closed down in Beverly Center. Ohh and Love Culture was my place for a while as well. I like Ross, I don't know why people complain about it. I just recently (yesterday) went to Burlington, the new one in DTLA, and I don't know I prefer Ross. I also went to TJ Maxx and I didn't like the store either. I have yet to visit Marshalls, I don't remember if I did visit, but from those type of stores I remain faithful to Ross, I guess I'm just used to it.

I don't have the same gut I used to have when I was a kid, or even a few years ago. But shopping is still a struggle to me. I don't know under what category I fall under. I used to dress girly when I was younger, but now I don't know. I guess I fall under the "I'm feeling comfortable" category. I don't like wearing clothes that are too tight, that's gross. I feel it's important for women to feel confident about their body and feel beautiful and sexy with what they wear, but c'mon now some of you just expose the meat and the rolls! I don't like anything revealing. First off, I have nothing to show. Second, I'm not those girls that dress like whores to get (wrong) attention. I don't like flashy clothes like for example neon colors, crazy patterns, etc. That's ratchet for me. I like to wear jeans, I like to wear comfortable shoes (preferably sandals in the summer), and a simple but nice shirt. I don't remember when was the last time I wore a skirt, I would always wear them when I was a kid! And dresses, I have a few but they're nothing revealing or tight or anything. Plus I don't feel as comfortable wearing dresses. I HATE how everything has become CROPPED. Do people forget that not everyone is skinny and some of us don't want our stomach to show? I see a pattern or a shirt/sweater I like, I take it off the rail, and it looks like a baby shirt. I especially don't understand cropped sweaters. It's a sweater for a REASON!!! You're cold so you put a sweater to cover up, not to show your stomach and continue to be cold! I just don't like the "latest fashion". Some things are nice, boho and tribal patterns or whatever, but some clothes just look too ridiculous! My favorites are stripes, floral, and a certain type of pattern that looks like it's crayon...I don't know. 

And then I feel lately things are becoming expensive. Either that or I'm becoming cheap/broke. It's funny because I can relate that saying, "I'll easily spend $20 on food but I'll think twice about spending it on a shirt". And it's true! Probably because I like eating and eating is a "necessity", that when I come across a $20 probably even $15 I debate whether I really need it, if it's really worth it, and if I'll actually wear it. 

So although lately I've been saying I want to go shopping, I know deep down I will end up buying nothing. I also like browsing a lot. Even if I know I won't buy anything, I like looking through clothes. I'm not much of a shoes person because I don't wear heels, and I usually just buy shoes on my birthday and Christmas. Usually when I go shopping, I end up buying food, coffee, or something to snack on rather than buying clothes. For instance the last time I went shopping with my mum, she ended up buying 2 shirts, and I left the mall with a coloring book. Yes, child at heart! 


Thursday, October 22, 2015

Dia De Reyes | 28


(photos taken: January 6, 2015)

I'm sure my fellow Mexican readers are familiar with this holiday, and rosca. I'll still give a break down about it though.

DISCLAIMER: Stop reading if you don't want to read about religion, if you have other beliefs just respect it and exit the page. 

So, January 6th marks 12 days after Christmas and when the Tres Reyes Magos, Three Wise Men, traveled to see baby Jesus by following the star of Bethlehem. They greeted the baby with different gifts, each one symbolizing different things. So just like we receive gifts from Santa Claus on Christmas Day, in Mexico children receive gifts from the Three Wise Men on January 6th.  

Dia De Reyes comes along with Rosca. Although I always forget which one comes first. You either eat Rosca the 6th, leave your shoes out traditionally leaving hay or some food for the animals that come with the Reyes Magos. And in the morning when you wake up you find gifts. That, or you wake up with gifts and that same night you eat Rosca. Yes I know, I'm so informative! 

Okay, now the story behind Rosca. Rosca is this large bread shaped like an oval. On top it has dried fruit and sugar. Inside, depending on the size, are a certain number of baby dolls representing baby Jesus. The story is that the king/ruler was killing all baby boys who were recently born at the time. So to protect baby Jesus they had to hide him, which is why he is hiding inside your bread. Many people complain if the baby appears in their slice of bread. Why? If you get the baby, its actually a blessing! You're supposed to take him to church on Dia De La Candelaria, February 2nd (my birthday, holla) and also make a cena (dinner) and host like a dinner celebration. Traditionally the person makes tamales and champurrado, I think everyone knows what that is, no translation needed!  


The way we do things at home is on the morning of the presents, it's never anything too big, I mean we celebrate Christmas 12 days prior! It's just something small, there's ALWAYS candy involved and favorite drinks. For example this year in my shoes I received mascara and eyeliner, I received two gift cards, I received a good amount of Mexican candy, mandarin Jarrito because that's the best flavor, and I believe that's it. So a few goodies and a small "toy". Rosca is sooo delicious! Everyone in the house looks forward to it, not just because of the tradition but because of the bread! The panaderias (bakeries) are so busy previous days and nights getting ready to make all the roscas. I remember the time we were in Tijuana a nearby bakery won the award for making the biggest rosca in town. How big? I don't remember lol But it was pretty big, they had pictures and they all gave a slice to people who attended that day.

We eat rosca with champurrado or hot chocolate. I love dipping the bread into the drink so it can get a bit soggy, so good! I don't know if it's because my birthday lands on the day of the Calendaria, or it's just "luck", but I ALWAYS get baby Jesus! I always have for as long as I can remember! We either cook at home or we go out to eat to celebrate both the day and my birthday. Which I just recently noticed, why can't we do it two separate days, the more food the better! 

For many people the holidays end on New Years. For us they don't end until February 2nd! And also in many Hispanic houses, it's until that day that the Christmas tree and nacimiento go down. I was just talking about this with my mum a few days ago: Most Americans just celebrate Halloween, Thanksgiving, maybe Hanukkah, Christmas, and New Years. We celebrate Halloween, Fiestas de Octubre, Dia De Muertos, Thanksgiving (being in this country), Dia de La Virgen featuring posadas, Christmas, New Year, Dia de Reyes, and Dia De Calendaria. Another reason why I love Mexico because they stick to traditions and are very festive and patriotic! I need to live in Mexico for at least a full year to enjoy all the festivities and celebrate them how it's supposed to be! 

Boba Bear | 27


(photo taken: January 4, 2015)

DISCLAIMER: Let me start by saying this was my first time being at a place like this, wasn't really my option, wasn't really something I'd go for.

Okay, well this day was pretty eventful. During the day my parents and I went to San Fernando to visit family, and once I got home best friend Paola decides to pick me up for a late night adventure! I was down because I missed (still miss) her and anytime I'm with her it's a great time, stupid "jokes", and lots of laughs! She hadn't told me where we were going, so it was a surprise. She also didn't tell me we were picking up other people on the way there. So what I thought was going to be a girl's night just the two of us, turned upside down. 

They decided on going to Boba Bear, I heard boba in the name so I thought it would be a place like Boba Time. Umm, not necessarily! We got there and it was pretty packed so we had to wait a while. During that time she went to go pick up her friend. I felt a bit uncomfortable, I mean I know the guy from middle school, he was my chambelan for my 15s, but I don't know I felt kind of weird. They called us in and around that time she came back with her friend. They all knew each other, I knew the other kid but never talked to him at all. So me being socially awkward and already feeling weird, I wasn't enjoying it. Plus the room we were led to felt super stuffy and it was hot in there! 

I'm not sure what I ordered, but it must have been a regular drink because I don't like boba, it's pretty disgusting! The first time I tried it I kept spitting them out. We waited for a while, them three were talking and laughing and I was there awkwardly, not much of a great experience! They brought the hookah thing, and everyone took turns. They kept telling me to take some but I was already feeling bad, and I felt if I took some it would be the same effect as smoking and I'm not those type of people so I wasn't really feeling it. After a while of them insisting I took a very small "inhale" I guess, but I didn't really taste the flavor. 

Throughout the entire night I felt pretty awkward and a bit anxious, so although I tried playing it off, I wasn't really enjoying it and I felt bad. I really just wanted to go home. I decided to go to the restroom and I probably should have known better. That restroom was super dirty and smelled really bad! So I couldn't even stay in there to kill time. They were finally starting to suggest leaving, but at some point they said we should stay and order another one. I was just crossing my fingers we'd leave, and we did! 

I don't know, I guess everything was wrong timing. I feel if I go now, maybe it'll be different. Or at least if I go with people I actually know and can talk to, or with Milton. Still, I wouldn't be smoking or doing much of it just because I don't feel comfortable with it. I'm not saying I'm a saint or anything, but I'm not into that type of stuff no matter how many times people say it's harmless. I'll do it if I want to, and even then I won't do it so much. I'll just order something to drink or some food! 

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Post Parade | 26



(photos taken: January 3, 2015)

I'm 19 years old, been living in Los Angeles since forever, and I have never been to the Rose Parade...kind of like when people say "if you live in LA and never been to a Dodgers game, water you doing", something like that. My parents have always gone, for as long as I can remember. I would wake up after New Year partying *I was a party animal since age 5* and they would already be back from the parade. I really wanted to go this year, but they didn't end up going. I know you have to leave super early, and it takes a long time, and what not so I guess that would be the con. Come to think of it now, maybe I'm better off just watching it on tv...

DISCLAIMER: So every since I began blogging, almost one month ago, I tried finding faceless pictures from my other phone. But now it seems I'm done with that and moving forward with pictures from this year! *exciting*




Well let me begin by saying I love Pasadena! Although I've only been there twice, I don't know I like the vibe and I love walking around the neighborhoods because of the beautiful houses! We knew about this "post parade floats show" thing, but we never went to it, until this year! New year, new adventures. I was beyond excited when I found out we were going! Walking there I kept looking at the houses and I probably looked like a creep because I would gaze for so long, good thing I didn't take pictures! As soon as we got there, I had to take off my sweater cause I was feeling the heat, but beautiful day! We walked passed a park which was really nice, I wanted to take pictures there so badly because it looked very tumblr and nature-ish. But I didn't get to. So getting there, there were lots of people! I was really excited to start exploring. The place is hugeee! I guess it's no surprise considering all the floats and plus the food stands, but still I was pretty surprised!


Walking in, one of the first I saw was this hippo which I thought it was a pig at first for some reason. I thought it looked super cute and adorable! I told my mum that was me whenever I laughed and being her, she laughed and said she agreed lol I don't know, maybe because it's pink and those lashes *wurk it* I just really liked this one! 

I had so many different favorite floats, I tried to get as many pictures as I could! I wanted to buy some kettlecorn so bad because that's all you would smell! But I didn't get any because I don't want to hurt my teeth, hashtag braceface probz! Some floats had a really touching and inspiring story behind it. At some point we did a turn and then I saw a looong walkway going uphill and I'm like wow I can't believe how big this place is! It's really beautiful, super colorful, and if you take the time to read the story behind it, you might be shocked or touched by how this person was inspired or the meaning behind a beautiful float. 


I think this float was dedicated to writers who have passed away, I don't remember the entire story, I just know it was touching and I felt the butterflies really added beauty and meaning to it!


I don't think I need to explain, this float just looks straight up cool! Ignore the guy walking by, this was the only picture I was able to get and he decided to stroll by.


Very tropical feeling, luau, vacation, smoothies, and somehow Lilo & Stitch came to mind when seeing this float. Just me?


This was right outside the potties, so my jaw dropped as soon as I came out of there. Really beautiful, very detailed and super colorful!


It was a month away from my birthday, so of course I had to snap a picture! I really wanted to take it home with me, so festive! If anyone ever feels bad about their birthday coming up or "aging", this float gets you excited for your birthday!


Knight in shining armor! *cheesy alert* This reminded me of Milton. My knight didn't come when I wanted to, he came at the most least expected moment...with the least expected knight!


Shall we applaud for this pano? It looks pretty small, but it looked really nice in person *and on desktop* Any guesses to what bridge this is? 


This just had marriage, feels, love, romance, honeymoon, type of crap written ALL over it. But it seemed lovely, can I ride this on my wedding day?...if I ever get married?


Childhood memories in float formation! Anyone remember those little train/wagon things that had animals like this riding it? If you don't remember, you either weren't a cool toddler, or you were born in the era of iphones as toys *smh*


Last but not least, this one was so cool because it has different animal parts all put into one. Like there's the body of a lion, eagle head, looks like bunny ears, I don't know. Pretty crazy, but I liked it! 

Those were my top favorite floats, hope you enjoyed them as well! I don't know if I would want to attend the parade for different reasons. But hey, whether I go or not, I can always come back to the Post Parade! 






Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Bottega Louie | 25

 

(photo taken: November 16, 2014)

Bottega Louie, being in downtown I would always walk by this restaurant and I would think, "Nope. I'm not fancy enough or have enough money to even go inside. They'll probably charge me $50 just for stepping inside!" The first time I went there was with Milton (what a surprise! No for real, it was quite the surprise) for our half a year anniversary! He said he had something planned for us, and made me dress up nice. I didn't know what to expect, I just did as I was told, which I didn't mind because I don't want to sound arrogant, but I did look pretty good that day! If only I was able to keep my heels on.

Well I'm getting ahead of the story! So that day he came over to my house to get dropped off downtown. We both dressed up really good, and I wasn't about to walk to downtown in heels, I'm not an expert! We got dropped off and we just began walking. He kept asking me to guess where we were going. I didn't know, I thought we'd go to Chipotle since we had recently tried it and we said we'd go back. When all of a sudden I see him rush to the door (of Bottega Louie) and hold it open for me. I thought he was joking. Even when we were inside and asking for a table, I was expecting him to say "just kidding let's go", but nope. I felt intimidated because although we looked good and I was taller, I still felt like a little kid and everyone around us were adults going there for lunch, a quick "drink" or "bite". 

I still felt surprised and a bit awkward, but we managed. The menu came and I was completely lost because I don't like steak, don't like seafood, don't like all these healthy options so I didn't know what to order. We waiter came and he poured water into our glasses. I thought it was some type of wine because even their water bottles seem fancy, but you know you need an ID for the liquor. I ended up ordering the Club Sandwich, I'm in love with those, and it was really good! Milton had ordered the Carbonara and that tasted amazing as well! What I really enjoyed about the sandwich are the potato chips it comes along with, they are SO GOOD! *Alex and Mia reference* For being first timers and not knowing what to get or anything, it was a great experience! 


(photo taken: April 7, 2015)

So like anyone else, if you enjoy a restaurant you'd go back. We went back a couple times. We went for certain anniversaries, for Milton's birthday, or just because. We also tried to change up what we ordered. My recommendations? Well pretty much the things I've tried because they were all good! The top picture was *obviously* breakfast, and the thing I enjoyed the most is their bacon! It's not greasy and oily, but it has a great taste! The potato wedges are also really good, I recommend you eat a little wedge along with a piece of bacon, dip it in ketchup, ohh lawd you're welcome! Our tradition I guess you can call it, is to always order a side of the potato chips! The club sandwich was really good as well, WAS. Because the last time we went, they had a few changes to it and it tasted really different and not as good. 

The picture above was a regular pepperoni pizza, with of course the chips on the side. One thing I liked were the pepperonis. Kind of random but they're so cute, they look like little scoops, and they taste amazing and crispy. The second plus is that they make the pizza in those big ovens, not sure what they're called. But you know those ovens which have the big flame inside. If you know what I mean, bless your soul because I suck at explaining. But yes, this pizza is pretty great as well! 

I talked about the Carbonara which is a pasta, according to them the closest thing they have to Chicken Alfredo. It's really creamy, the pasta is thick, it has pieces of bacon, green peas, and the best besides bacon, it had like an egg in the middle. I know it's a different name for it, once again I'm not sure of it. But if you poke it around it will pop and gosh it just tastes so good!


(photo taken: April 16, 2015)

Everything had been great, the food, the service, but then things changed all of a sudden. Certain waiters, or waitresses, were rude. It would take forever to get a seat or our food even though it wasn't crazy packed. This last time we ordered the pasta it felt cold and I felt the bacon wasn't at it's normal crispy level. The time he decided to take my mum and I there, we received pretty crappy service. They tried to make things better by giving us a box of macaroons, WE HATE MACAROONS! They're pretty disgusting, I don't know how people enjoy them unless they just try to fit in. And we gave them a shot since they claim their macaroons are extremely delicious, umm no. That was our first vlog we did, trying them out and it wasn't good! 

Would I recommend people to go here? I mean sure why not, their food is good whenever they're in the mood to cook I guess. Don't expect much from the waiters since they were rude. It was all good until the last few experiences. Then we decided to give California Pizza Kitchen a try, and so far everything has been excellent! That'll probably be for another day, but CPK replaced Bottega Louie!

Sunday, October 18, 2015

UCLA | 24


(photo taken: July 15, 2013)

If I'm not "college bound", I'm at least proud to say I was working at UCLA during the summer of 2013. That amazing and unforgettable experience/opportunity I owe it to Ms.Jones, my English teacher junior year. The one who I didn't like in the beginning of the year, but towards the end I understood her point of view and valued her and liked her teaching! Before the school year ended, she had informed us about a job website that we can sign up to and hopefully get called for a summer job. I immediately went to it, signed up and everything. I totally forgot about it until I received a phone call while I was watching a soccer game in m pjs, and eating cereal at noon...

I was so confused, I didn't know who was calling me or what it was for until like two or three minutes into it I remembered what it was. So I had to change quickly to go pick up some documents I had to sign since they were closing soon, or at least the one in charge was leaving soon. I got there right on time and was given everything I needed to go forward with the job. There were two locations, one being downtown, and the other being in UCLA. I was unsure which one to take. I wanted downtown because it was about 10 minutes away, it's in the neighborhood and I don't have to struggle with traffic. But since it was a SUMMER job I really wanted to get out of my comfort zone. I wanted to explore outside of my neighborhood, I wanted to go somewhere new, and UCLA seemed like the place to be! After gathering all the information I needed, I went for an orientation and that's when I was told that I'd be able to work in UCLA...boy was I excited!

It was going to be something new, a summer job, I'd get to meet people, I'd get to wander around and say I work at UCLA! I was pretty nervous my first day, my breakfast was making me feel sick. Since my mum's job is about 10 minutes away from the school, she'd drop me off in the mornings. I was nervous, but I was also excited to meet new people. No one knew who I was, so I didn't have the "reputation" as the shy girl. I was able to be myself and make friends based on me, not mutual friends or anything. I remember getting lost and having to ask a few students for directions. Once inside there we had activities to get to know one another, orientation, and then finally splitting into different groups. We were given a tour of the school before taking us to different buildings and choosing where we'd want to work! 


(photos taken: July 12, 2013)

As we were getting split up, I heard someone scream my name. I turned around and I realized it's my best friend from middle school, Laura! *if you keep up, she's been mentioned in some blogs before* I ran to her and hugged her, I was stoked that I was going to be working with my best friend during the summer! If we weren't in the same place, we'd still be on campus! From that moment, I knew it was DEFINITELY going to be a memorable summer! My group was then taken to the medical buildings. Pediatric Endocrinology, it took me forever to master the name! There were three of us left, I didn't really want to be in the hospital so I decided to go into the office. I was picked up by my supervisor, and the first thing I noticed, her eyelashes! They were so big and long and curly, and yes they were real, no extensions or false lashes! *jealous* I left my group to officially start my first day in the office, how legit does that sound! Didn't take long for me to learn that she was super nice, friendly, and very talkative and funny! We got to the office which was pretty small, one of the problems we had while working there. I met the other lady in charge. She was nice as well but more reserved and always into her computer. Also met the doctor which we never really talked because one, he was the doctor, and two he was rarely in, or when he was he would be locked in his room. But still, great guy! I was shown around a bit, and then taken into the lab where the real work began! 


By lab I mean it was like those chemistry classrooms, kind of. There was so much space and it was pretty cold in there. I immediately began looking through files. Throughout the two months there, filing was life! We dealt with so many charts, throwing some out, making copies, scanning them, faxing over to the hospital, organizing, that type of stuff! I was getting started when I hear my supervisor introducing herself, my coworker was here! I turned and saw the cutest little gal, well little in size because she was three or four years older than me. She was small, blonde hair, pixie haircut, really nice makeup, and dressed well! She was also super nice and was the one with who I mostly opened up to and was more myself! We began working and while working we were talking and getting to know each other. About an hour later our supervisor invited us to coffee and a tour around the building, by the end of the summer I was still lost in that building! It was fun adventures getting lost there though! We took a tour of the building and went across the street to the hospital, we met different people, everything was exciting. We got back to the office to meet three other coworkers. They were students there while me and the other girl (Irene) were there only for the summer. Turns out Irene and the other girl (Jocelyn) have been friends for a long time! Jocelyn was also pretty small, but so adorable and so helpful and kind! Then there were two guys, Justin and Daniel. They were both great but one was more outgoing and talkative than the other one. All in all they were great people and I was so excited for that summer!


(photos taken: July 19, 2013)

We worked pretty hard the entire summer, but we also got to know each other and have a great time. Work didn't seem like work, and that was the best thing! I was still somewhat shy around the other three workers, but I was good with Irene. We'd have lunch together, we'd talk about school, our plans for the future, our lives, she'd tell me stories about her partying moments, while I'd tell her about my awkward crushes and high school. She'd give me advice, especially since it was the summer before my senior year! We actually became good friends, and I'd like to get in contact with her again. At the end of the day, Laura and I would go home together. I'd catch the bus two stops before her and I'd call her when I'd get near so she would get on the right bus. We'd talk about our day at work, snacked here and there, we'd get off and have to catch the train, sometimes go to In-N-Out, and have so many laugh attacks! So as you can tell, work and the entire day was just really fun! I enjoyed my time there. The supervisor was so cool, we got to know her more personally. She'd give us great advice, she was just the best and I wish to one day visit her! We were able to go for coffee breaks whenever, and it wasn't really stressful! *this was the beginning of my coffee addiction* I got to know the people who worked in the building, and I felt so professional walking in there with the doctors and nurses and what not! We only went to the hospital maybe twice, and it was pretty depressing seeing the sick kids there. Every week we'd have workshops so those were the days I wouldn't take my lunch and we'd eat at the bomb shelter! 

I was so sad when I saw the weeks go by and seeing the day marked on the calendar for our last day! Ohh, the shopping center was right across the street as well, so we'd sometimes go there during lunch or after work! Well the day came, our last day! I took little gifts for the supervisors and coworkers. As soon as I got there Irene was already eating breakfast. Our supervisor had a table decorated with pink all over, and she had bought us breakfast, dude that was the cutest gesture! That day we didn't really work, we had a reunion/party for all the interns and our supervisors! It was pretty sad. Supervisors were able to say some words about the workers, ours didn't because she got there late lol Our supervisor gave us a little goody bag, with a card, a Target gift card, and some candy! The card was signed by the two supervisors, and the four coworkers. C'mon, I had the best little family there! We exchanged numbers, and everyone had written nice heartwarming things! I'll never forget what Irene said, to enjoy my senior year to the fullest, make the boys fall for me *lol*, but most of all be my unique self because I had a shining personality...so deep and touching! The little ceremony concluded and it was time to say goodbye. I teared up a bit, my supervisor cried, so many emotions! 


But what filled that empty feeling was the checks we finally got! Ayeee lol Plus a certificate saying we completed out internship! I didn't want to leave campus. I mean yes I can go anytime, but it's not the same. I was sad leaving because it had been such an amazing experience! I met some great people, I got to feel so professional always trying to dress well, I had made good relationships with people, and now everything ended. With one week off before senior year began! Since I was working and had my own money, my childhood friend Astrid and I would have "late night adventures". Something that was new to me. We'd go to Citywalk, the theaters, downtown, just have those great "girl summer nights"! That summer I also got braces, which wasn't a horrible thing. I don't know why movies portray it as something horrible, I was GLAD my teeth were under construction! Summer 2013 was a great and unforgettable one! I wish to one day get in contact with them again and visit, maybe the ones working there already graduated! Everything would be different, but interesting to see where we're all at!