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  • (Pointless post)
    I have very short attention span lately!  In reference to my working anyways--I've been trying hard to concentrate on all the Chapter 1s, but introductory stuff is often boring.


    Pixelated!

    dum dum dum! 

    I have a lot of reading to do though.  I'm currently taking Latin and it seems a lot more difficult than Spanish--it seems like everything changes; there are too many components to every word--case, declensions, and then I think with verbs there are moods and voices also (in addition to conjugations).  For some reason it doesn't stick well in my head either!  Spanish seemed so much easier.  Pronouncing it makes me feel like a grade school kid sounding things out; I don't remember sounding so awkward in Spanish, with reading aloud anyways.  Diphthongs too!

    My friends were watching a really strange animated show today and it really confused me.  It was in Japanese with English subtitles and all I remember for sure was blood and a girl with what she thought was a monkey paw but was apparently some rainy devil something. 

    I love Yeah Yeah by Sam Means (free download ^^); it seems so relaxing--I almost feel myself out there on and island or sailboat listening to it. WHY ISN'T iTUNES WORKING?

    I kind of miss reading too.  I was talking to my friend and we both realized that we haven't been reading books much.  My lame excuse is that I am always reading for class, so when it comes down to free time, I don't feel like reading anymore.  My other excuse is that I don't like a lot of the books that have been literally churned out.  Many of them are THE SAME with altered details.  I like a lot of the 'classics' better.  Those paint wonderful landscapes into my imagination--and they're not ALL THE SAME O_O.  They actually have substance and literary technique (one reason I like Harry Potter, amongst most modern stories)--and it doesn't take a literary critic to notice ;) (a.k.a. overanalysis).

    My day was alright.  I am wearing my zipper earrings!

  • There is this boy that I know that I remembered (prior to becoming acquainted) for looking incredibly glum.  He always looked upset--it was kind of upsetting to see him look so upset all the time.  So though I don't know him too well I asked him why he didn't smile more:

    "There's nothing to smile about".

    I laughed and told him I would put it in my blog.  I told him it was one of the most ridiculous things I have heard--not in a rude way, but in an I'm-positive way.  Then I think he laughed at me for having a blog and asked if I wrote for an audience.  I don't; I write mostly for myself.  But I always try to be positive, so I smile a lot.  Sometimes when we act one way we convince ourselves to be that way (it was in a psych text).  So even when I'm unhappy sometimes I fake it, and then I do become happy, after a while of course.

    But you'll fight and you'll make it through

    You'll fake it if you have to


    And you'll show up for work with a smile


    You'll be better


    And You'll be smarter


    And More grown up and a better daughter or son


    And a real good friend


    And you'll be awake


    You'll be alert


    You'll be positive though it hurts.

    (A Better Son/Daughter--Rilo Kiley)

    Ah, I think one thing that has been helping me heal is reflecting on what I am searching for as compared to what my ex- had.  Every once in a while I wonder how we even held out so long; and I feel upset about our misunderstandings. 

    Sometimes I get frustrated because he brought out the best in me for the most part, but there was one trait that he brought out that I hate myself for--jealousy.  He felt the need to 'protect' me from jealousy by purposefully omitting things like names of friends that were girls; but in doing so he made me feel more jealous because I knew what he was up to and I felt like he was trying to be deceitful that way.  Honestly, I didn't care if he had friends that were girls because I too had friends that were guys.  As long as he kept me informed so I can assess things for myself.  Funny thing is, the only girl I was really jealous of, back in the days, is the girl he is now dating.

    So in the future I want someone who will be honest with me and clear about everything.  I think I would have been more trusting also if we weren't in a long distance relationship. 

    I want someone who can communicate.  I don't want someone that was as complicated as he was--he spoke in riddles sometimes and then expected for me to decode everything.  But I'm one of those person who likes things to be plainly put because otherwise I might over think and draw conclusions that are far-fetched.

    I think I would need someone who was naturally romantically inclined too.  For some reason, I ended up being sappy, though I grew up in a household that seemed somewhat devoid of romance.  And so I love paying attention to all the small things and creating little surprises here and there.  I think that overwhelmed my ex- because he wasn't a romantic but felt inclined to perform similar surprises (which I didn't ask for but certainly appreciated the effort).  I think that I am largely driven by love, and for that reason I still care about him and have been striving hard not to be resentful, though he betrayed me on many levels.

    But there were traits of his that I'll be searching for in any future relationship.  His sense of humor; I've never fallen for someone without humor--it's always those goofy people that attract me.  And intelligence.  Thoughtfulness--in both senses of the word--thinks a lot and thinks a lot for others (he was more the former than the latter, but both are important!!).  And when he loved me, he accepted my flaws and just always told me I was beautiful.  With him I learned to be comfortable with my own skin, and with him I became slightly more confident.  So I hope to find another that in those respects are like him.

    I think I also have a tendency to like awkward people.  (Maybe because I am awkward too!) 

    Ah, love.  Sometimes I am afraid I'll get too scared to love again because it hurts so damn much.  This summer was probably one of the roughest summers I have lived through.  There were so many days in which I had to restrain myself from throwing myself out the window; I lost my appetite and lost over 20 pounds as a result.  I cried, and I tried to stay human and prevent my memories from becoming tarnished. 

    But I lived and am going through a process in which I'm trying to let the sparkle that came with him fade;

    The tunnel vision that has lasted for three or four years (I liked him and only him for a year prior to dating) is slowly wearing off and I'm not sure if that is cause to celebrate or cry.  Because with it comes a change in what I used to think of love--I thought it was a one-shot thing.  I thought I would find the love of my life and I thought it was him; perhaps I just haven't found him yet!  Or I don't know.  :o

    Ah, I'm convinced that I am young still.  And all this is so poorly written because I think but then I don't want to think about past stuff.  Which in a way is why I won't be talking to him for a long time, though we are still friends in a sense.

  • Forgot list

    I'm going home this weekend (Labor Day)! (:

    I brought my printer...
    But I forgot my printer cord + power cord.

    I brought food...
    But I forgot my dishes, utensils, and most of my pots.

    I brought my scale...
    But I forgot my belt. (I was running with shorts on and they almost fell off.  I might have to go buy new pants; mine are all WAY too big for me).

    Other things I intend on bringing from home (reminder list):

    • water pitcher
    • hair: dryer, curler, straightener, spray
    • dish rack
    • physiology coloring book :)
    • blender
    • room decoration
    • mirror, nail cutter
    • CDs
    • stamps and envelopes + stationery
    • Skinnys, dresses (it is HOT here)
    • Markers/Sharpies
    • Others!

    I feel pretty forgetful .  My apartment is so empty right now too.  We have a ghetto dish rack consisting of stained paper towels (not sure why they changed colors though).  Strange?

    On unrelated note, I met this really cute guy today.  He was thoughtful too, in that he thinks a lot.  He reminds me a little of my ex- but it's too soon to tell; first impressions. 

  • Lab write-ups make me sad.

    Looking at the things we will be doing in physiology lab makes me feel a little guilty.  We will be dealing with a lot of frogs.  o_o  A lot of killing, on our behalf, though we aren't doing the killing ourselves.

    Then today's orgo lab was an utter failure.  We were trying to distill a mixture of cyclohexane and toluene, but the heating pad wouldn't go past 65 degrees (the bp of cyclohexane is near 80 degrees and toluene ~110 degrees, Celcius).  Oh fail!

  • Music that makes me sad:
    "Matches"--the Format
    "I Was Once a Loyal Lover"--Death Cab for Cutie
    "A Diamond and a Tether"--Death Cab for Cutie
    "Oh! Darling"--the Beatles
    "Inside of Love"--Nada Surf
    "When You Were Young"--The Killers
    "Unsafe Safe"--The Hush Sound
    "Lemon Tree"--Peter, Paul & Mary -_-
    "I Still Ain't Over You"--Augustana
    "Faith in Fast Cars"--the Format
    "Dark Blue"--Jack's Mannequin
    anything Sufjan Stevens

    Music that makes me feel stronger:
    "A Better Son/Daughter"--Rilo Kiley
    "More Adventurous"--Rilo Kiley
    "Swim"--Jack's Mannequin
    "Blacking out the Friction"--Death Cab for Cutie

    Songs that make me alright:
    (the ones that make me feel stronger +)
    "The Zephyr Song"--Red Hot Chili Peppers
    "Information Travels Faster"--Death Cab for Cutie
    "Coney Island"--Death Cab for Cutie
    "Thank You for the Venom"--My Chemical Romance

    Songs that sometimes make me happy:
    (stronger + alright +)
    "At Least I'm Not as Sad"--fun.
    "All the Pretty Girls"--fun. (nothing to do with lyrics, totally the tune)
    "Smoke Detector"--Rilo Kiley (totally the tune; lyrics are kinda messy ;) )
    "Accidental Deth"--Rilo Kiley (tune!)

    Songs that make me feel stronger some days and weaker others:
    "Your Ex-Lover is Dead"--Stars
    "Caves"--Jack's Mannequin
    "Hammers & Strings"--Jack's Mannequin
    "Only One Week"--The Honorary Title; actually a lot of songs by them do that to me.

    These are all good songs, regardless of what they do to me; music moves me, a lot.

  • This is Where I Post.

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    This is Where I Post

    Yay, messy dorm room.  This really isn't all that interesting sadly.  My room at home has more flavor than my dorm room (which has been really bland because I left all the non-essentials at home so I wouldn't get sore from unpacking.  Incidentally, I also left many of my essentials at home, such as all my utensils, bowls, and cups!  So I currently have been using a red cup as a cup and bowl and pretty much almost any other container).  My room at home (not where I post) looked like this until recently (I removed a bunch of my self-made posters):

    room1

    I probably shouldn't have exposed my messiness.  So here's the clean side :) (which also looks a little more bare now, since I removed some things):

    room2
    Besides my desk my dorm is really pretty clean right now.  I can't fit it on my cell phone camera screen, so no picture for now!  But guess who shares my bed with me now?
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    Shamu!  My friend worked at Busch Gardens and then bought this from Sea World as a parting present.  It will probably sleep on the floor or by my feet.

    This post makes me feel juvenile.  Probably because the messiness makes me feel a little self-deprecating.

  • grumblings

    So I am the webmaster of my school's American Red Cross website.  When I first began building the website they told me to do whatever but to make sure to include the stuff on Blackboard.  So using the creativity that is in my head, I put together a beautiful website (in my humble opinion ).  However, I immediately was informed about how many of the things did not fit the "brand standard" that comes along with it. 

    --There has to be a certain amount of white-space surrounding the symbol
    --Only a certain shade of red can be used (the specific hex code was given); other permitted colors and respective hex codes were given
    --They have a special font which I don't have (but they aren't as strict with that).

    On one hand it is good that they are really anal about the standards--it has made the symbol highly recognizable--I was told it was the second most widely recognized symbol in the world (second to the ever-present Coca-cola).  But reading the brand standards and regulations is driving me crazy!  For example, I was really excited about using red plus signs (+) as bullets; but that is against regulations, so I have to go change all of those.  Now I fun menu bar has to be changed to something much tamer and more boring.

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    So I'm going to now have to gradually correct a bunch of my mistakes.  Which I don't mind changing mistakes, but it takes out some of the excitement.  I don't really feel like my excessive use of +s makes the symbol less potent; and I don't think the lack of white space really makes the symbol less recognizable, etc.  Boo!

  • Flora along Inca Trail

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    So when we went on the Inca trail we hiked for 4 days.  Day 1 was the 'easy' day where we hiked 7.5 miles with relatively little elevation gain. 

    Cusco via Chinchero, Ollantaytambo to km 82 bus ride

                       km
    82(2600M) hike 5km(3.1mi/2hrs) to Llactapata

                       7
    km(4.34mi/2.5 hrs) to Wayllabamba (3000M/9843feet)

    Day 2 was supposed to be the worst day with the most elevation gain (hiking past a few mountain peaks)

    (1)Wayllabamba 6km(4 hrs) to Llulluchapampa (3680M/12073ft)

                       
    (2) 3km (1.5-2 hrs) to the first pass WarmiWanusca (4200M/13780ft)

                       
    (3) 3-km (1.5-2 hrs) to Pacamayo (3600M/11811ft)

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    Sneak peak of the path we would be taking on Day 3 viewed while descending to the valley for camp on Day 2.  The picture doesn't really give justice to how high the climb looked.  But it was quite daunting.

    Day 3 wasn't supposed to be as bad as Day 2, but I don't know about that--it was pretty damn tiring!  It was longer (9.3 miles as opposed to 7.5 miles) and we had to go down over 2000 steps! Meh! 

    (1)  
    Pacamayo(3600M)  1 hr
    to Runkruacay ruins(3800M)

    (2)  
    1hr to 2nd pass Abra de Runkuracay(3950M/12955ft)

    (3)  
     1 hr staircase to
    Sayacmarca (3600M)

    (4)  
     1.75 hrs through
    Concha Marca & Inka tunnel to 3rd pass (3650M)

    (5)  
     Phuyupagamarka( ruins
    with 6 Inka baths)

    (6)  
     7 km (4.34mi/3 hrs)
    Staircas + Inka tunnel to WinayWayna(2700M)

    I paid to take a shower that night (hot shower too! In the middle of the woods, too) that way I wouldn't look as grungy for Day 4 (thought we would take a lot of pictures since we were going to be at Machu Picchu; but since my face was splotchy from crying and I was feeling ill, there are few pictures of me.  Oops!).

    Day 4 was only 6 km to Machu Picchu but we left early in the AM to beat the 'lazy tourists' & to try to catch the sunrise. 

    Most of my flower pictures are from Day 3 since that day we entered a more tropical environment.

    Day 2 Flowers
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    Day 3 Flowers (not in order of appearance)
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    IMG_3538IMG_3552IMG_3561IMG_3493IMG_3527
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    IMG_3569IMG_3572

    Eh! More for another day (sensory and finger overload!). & many thanks to my cousin who accompanied me in my slooooow pace.  Heh. (You know, a mixture of being out of shape and admiring the views!).   We all used pictures as an excuse to take breaks.  Looks like I took a lot of breaks, eh?

  • Tattoo

    If I were to get a tattoo, it would look like this:

    icon-power-button
    (minus one of those circles probably)
    (what about you?)

    My friend suggested I find a reset button to put next to that.  I thought about that and decided if I were to get a tattoo it'd be somewhere fairly out of sight because I wouldn't want people pushing my buttons. (HAHA, sorry for the bad puns ;) ).

  • Today I decided to say goodbye to my ex- for the time being.  I am afraid that it might be a big mistake on my behalf since we were best friends prior to breaking up.  It is hard losing a best friend, but we've been on really shaky ground since then anyways.  But this made sense to me because when I share pieces of myself with others I make myself more vulnerable to them.  And by stopping communication with him, I will eventually reach a point where we can just be friends, and that's it.  For a long time I thought that being friends would be good enough for me, and that it was all I needed from him.

    And that's true, just a truth that has to wait.  I still care immensely for him, so this time away will be hard.  But our friendship will have to wait because I need that space to heal.  I need to stay open to the friends of mine that are here for me, and try my best to still believe that there is a greater love out there for me. And the day I am better I will seek to continue our friendship, if both of us find it worth it when that day comes.

    So my heart is pretty heavy today.  But I think it is the right choice.


    So what brought up that train of thought to begin with?

    Well, I had pretty much not thought about him for days while in Peru--what a get away!  But while we were hiking the Inca trail by the fourth day, I thought of him.  It was really strange how my thoughts reached him actually.  I was angry at my brother because of something silly he had done, and thought to myself that I needed to just learn to move on and not be so angry at him.  It wasn't a big deal.  Then the thoughts of moving on brought me to think of how I hadn't even seriously done much moving on from Jason.  All I had done was accept the fact that he both lit up my face and brought me to tears. 

    So here I am hiking the Inca trail with ugly tears clouding my vision.  I felt quite miserable.  Fortunately, most people were in a rush, because we had started hiking sometime around 6 AM in hopes of reaching Machu Picchu by sunrise.  The tour guides noticed my crying and thought that I was crying because I was so moved by seeing Machu Picchu for the first time.  My parents thought I was crying out of frustration.  So pretty much no one new why I was crying, except my sister who actually asked.  So at that point I decided that I could move on best by cutting him off, just for a bit, and because I have to.

    Here are pictures; I'm absent from many because my face was probably splotchy from crying (ah, how embarrassing.  I am like the prideful flower from The Little Prince--embarrassed about my weaknesses -_-):

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    Oh, important notice!

    Do not drink alcohol in high altitudes/if you're doing any climbing! (I'm so dumb )

    I wanted an icy drink, so I grabbed one that was passionfruit flavored (after arriving at Machu Picchu we took a bunch of pictures, grabbed a drink, and then returned to take a tour).  It had Pisco in it, and I thought that surely it was just there for flavoring, so there probably wouldn't be much alcohol in it.  I almost blacked out at Machu Picchu.  (shameful!)  It's kind of funny since I almost never drink.  And that day I started drinking at 8 AM.  (Who does that?)

    Pre-Pisco

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    Mom with her pack when we first arrived in the area; large packs like ours were banned, so we had to put ours away.

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    (~7AM)

    Post Pisco (maybe 10 or 11 AM)

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    (Michelle, Michael, Dad, Mitch)

    It was funny that we spent 4 days hiking to Machu Picchu but spent so little time there (my family probably left around 11:30?) (as a collective group; generally speaking--our group was of 16 hikers + 21 porters + 2 guides).  I think by day 4 everyone was tired, the sun was strong, and we had already seen a lot of ruins by then (mostly tired).  It was quite lovely though, though more lovely when the sun was rising still (fewer 'lazy tourists' a.k.a. the ones with perfume looking at us with disdain for our dirty hiking garb ).

    More stories and commentary later.  Whoo! 

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