I don’t understand why people have to be so cruel. I know that it’s all part of the balance of life, but goodness. I happen to be on this subject because I was browsing through MySpace and I ran into two different tribute pages for two murdered people. One girl was raped, then strangled and the other guy was killed (stabbed?). Also, a few months back, a Floridan girl was killed by her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend (she was trying to break up with him).
So it makes me wonder: Why do people have to do this? Why do people feel the need to take someone’s life? I can understand if God does it because he has a plan and all, but who’s to say that somebody else, a mere mortal, has that right? Then there’s war, where your main objective is to either capture the territory or defend yourself and if that means to kill another man, then so be it. Don’t forget the cops who will shoot to defend themselves.
Murder is still murder no matter the purpose and intention. (That’s not to say I don’t understand why though.)
I can’t believe how fast the week has gone… kinda. I have to admit that for the past couple of weeks I’ve been feeling a mix of emotions, but who doesn’t? The best one that I’ve gone through is happiness. SB and I are finally going to meet and I’m ecstatic! :cute: :cute: Haven’t figured out what we’ll do when he comes, but we’ll see.
Speaking of boys, a friend introduced me to a rather annoying one. He keeps talking about things with which I’m uncomfortable, so the next time we talk, I’m going to flat-out tell him that if he ever speaks about that shit again, we’re not talking. 
I’ve had little sleep during the week and for the first time, I finally noticed the bags 
Pooooo. But I got a good chunk of sleep last night since I was able to sleep in before heading into work today.
I really do love my job. It’s “easy” work, but I love it so much. I work in the children’s area of the library and I’m always willing to help as much as I can. I love seeing the books I enjoyed as a child; they always make me feel so nostalgic. Once in a while, I’ll get the opportunity to something else besides sort/shelve books. Tonight, for example, I helped out with a holiday party for an adult literacy program. It’s completely free and what it does is help adults who have a low reading and writing level. Tutors volunteer to help out these adults with their struggles and it’s just so inspiring to see all of happen.
And that’s when it really hit me hard: I want to be in a career where I get to truly help people. I want to do social work. I might get my Ph.D. in Psychology and whatnot, but in the end, I want to be able to help those that truly need it. And if not, then I want to spend as much of my time volunteering for something that makes a difference. I want to give back as much as I can in return for my life and all of my wonderful blessings. It truly warms the heart. 
That is my passion. What’s yours?
I’ll admit it, I’m a hypocrite a lot of the times. What I can’t stand, however, are those who are hypocrites not because they care about the other person, but because they care about themselves. I could tell you not to take that double shot of Bacardi 151 because I know you have a test tomorrow, then turn around and take one even though I have a test too. I refuse to tell you to scratch my back when I won’t scratch yours. That’s bullshit. Whatever. Just like the latest Grey’s Anatomy, you know who you can count on by the end of the day.
So, one more week of lectures, then that week of finals. Whee. I’m so looking forward to studying. Rawr. But the coming finals deliver a bittersweet feeling. One on hand, I know I have to do a lot of studying… on the other I know that I’ll finally get some time to do some leisure reading. My city library sells discarded/donated books for really cheap and I’ve been buying quite a few. The count is still less than ten, but I bet that before I head back to school, I’ll have about 20 books. :tongue: Most of them are books I’ve never read, but they were placed on the classics cart, so hopefully they’ll live up to that.
Other than finals, I’ve nothing really to truly gripe about. People will be people and I will always hate them. Lol. (Note I said people and not person) Oh wait, I take that back. There is one more thing that I can complain about: the friggen cold weather! :grrr: :grrr: :grrr: I hate being cold. It’s funny because one of my hostees would rather be cold than hot. She and I completely agree on the idea of our switching places since she’s in Australia and I in the U.S. :tongue:
Recently a friend of mine criticized me and I haven’t figured out whether or not he was serious. He criticized something that I love to do and I can’t stop thinking about it, feeling a bit hurt as well. So my question is: What is something that you love to do, but can’t stand having someone tell you that you suck at it?
Warning: very long blog. I expect you Despair people to read all of it. It might blow to have to read it all, so suck it up. :up: :upsidedown:
I think I’m just a bit too idealistic sometimes.
I was looking at wedding dresses because there was a special guide on MSN. I know that I’m going to get married one day, but I’m only going to get married once and never divorce, so whoever is going to be my husband will probably date me for years and years. Anyway, back to the dresses, I’m going to wear white. I know white is supposedly saved for virgins, but fuck that. So it’s going to be white, it’s going to be strapless and have a somewhat bareback. My bridesmaids will all wear a different dress, but the same color, assuming that I can find such a thing. The color isn’t decided yet, but of course something pastel. It’s going to be outside in a rose garden or something. For the ceremony, I’m going to invite the close family and friends; everybody else can show up to the reception. Depending on my budget, I may or may not have a translator at the ceremony (for my parents). It’s going to be in the Spring/Summer. Hopefully, I’ll still have my long hair by then and it’ll be nice and wonderful.
Oh, one more thing, I’m also going to have a somewhat traditional Vietnamese ceremony. That consists of the groom’s family coming to the bride’s family’s house and I think it’s either asking for my family’s blessing or to take me away from my family. I don’t know how to do that part just yet. But the groom’s family has to bring the traditional gifts of fruit, food, a pig, liquor, and whatever else is there. We’ll wear the traditional ao dai and pray to my ancestors. Oh, and as for gifts, I’m just going to say money. I don’t need someone to give me a cheap toaster. I don’t care too much for the amount; if you can give a certain amount, then do so, if you can’t, then that’s fine.
Anyway, that’s a lot of wedding talk and I have years to go before I even need to think about that. :tongue: Right now, I need to focus on my studies and getting my social life back together. I plan to join a sorority (not a sleazy one), join my culture club, and party a bit once I’m back at school… in addition to all my classes. :cute: The one thing I’m not looking for is a relationship. After this whole ordeal, I’m not going to be ready to open up for a while, nor am I going to fall quickly either.
I wonder how nice people think I am sometimes. I try to be, but recently, a friend told me that I have to stop being so nice, to stop feeling as if I need to please people. That doesn’t mean to stop being civil, but to stop being nice when I don’t need to be. I can be mean and I can be evil, but how many people actually know that? 
A lot of the times I laugh at others’ misery… :up: oh, and at stupid people.
Anyway, enough about my personality. Life update time: I’m meeting new people and all are really great. Oh, I also started doing my Christmas shopping. I currently have ten people on my list, six I’ve already purchased gifts for (none of which are gift cards thankfully), two that are taken care of, and the other two I don’t quite know what to get just yet. Rawr. My poor bank account. Oh well, that’s what my job is for! Lol.
Lately, I’ve been feeling more confident with myself and it’s mostly due to the people I’ve met and the ones I’ve talked to. In my MySpace, my comment box says, “I think Maria is a goddess.” A friend told me that in order to be a goddess, I have to acknowledge the fact that I’m pretty much better than everyone else. :tongue: There can be “sub-goddesses,” but I’m supreme. That comment made me feel pretty special, so yes, I am a goddess.
So this is long enough and can you believe there’s more?! Actually, there isn’t. I decided to catch up on a few movies and the reviews are underneath. Enjoy!
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I just wanted to say that I’m going to take a break from blogging for a while. I’m just not in the mood at the moment to talk about what’s going on since a lot is happening, both really good and really bad. I’ll still be online as I usually am, but nothing about my life will be updated here whatsoever. Hopefully when I return, I will be able to fully present to you what’s going on. I fear that if I give you a bit now, something else will come up, yadda yadda yadda.
So, this is my mini-farewell to you. I wanted to post this so you wouldn’t think that I died or something. :tongue:
P.S. What happened to that student at UCLA in the library was just horrible, wrong, and so uncalled for. Google it since I’m too lazy to find the link for you.
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