Already back in school. It feels a little too soon.
i write a lot. i have this little notebook that i carry with me everywhere.
porque este mundo es increíble.
i love tumblrs. because people these days are so quick to judge and if you happen upon this site, you get a whole different perspective of someone you thought you knew.
because sometimes we don't speak aloud all we want to say. and written words preserve the moment's intensity.
when i write, i think i look for/ hope someone will disagree with me. because they care enough to engage and sometimes i don't want to believe what i have come to conclude.
i'm self absorbed, passionate, vocal though sometimes internally, stubborn, will argue with you if you don't agree with what i think, interested in multiculturalism race relations psychology cross cultural, still figuring it out
I’ve realized it’s true that everyone around you is fighting and going through something. It might not seem like it but they are.
The power of conversations with other people to brighten your day is beautiful.
I’ve traveled to Madrid, Barcelona, Rome, Florence, and currently Venice with my family. There are moments when I’m between my thoughts and appreciating the fact that we’re all healthy enough to travel together. I came back to my hotel room tonight and saw that a coworker from acpacys wrote a message for me.
It made me smile so much. She’s thanking me for my presence there. Wow.
My parents are on their plane to Spain right now. I’m laying on my bed with a luggage barely packed. I haven’t written thank you notes but I have all the art materials. Ahh, it’s happening.
“Life is what happens to you when you’re too busy planning.”
I haven’t planned anythang.
I remember when Ana told me
“La vida nos sorprende.” Life surprises us. Scattered thoughts.
Obligatory post about my trip to Morocco last weekend. The trip itself, journeying from Spain to Africa was exciting. But it was so touristy (as I expected). Yet I surprisingly found joy in the touristy activity of riding camels with other people who were just as excited (though the American ignorance though and cultural insensitivity was at times annoying “wow,…
I was walking to work today (or was it yesterday?) and I remembered about how my dream before was to open a community center that provided for immigrants, POC, and people with disabilities. I’d still like to pursue that one day. It’d be a place where abled bodied people are with disabled, immigrants with non, different generations coming together. I’d like to bring some of these people from Spain…