Sunday, June 29, 2008

Have You Ever Been Low??

This was the lowest point in my life...I didn't want to continue live, right before I wrote this.

September 15, 2006

"Okay...I was aggravated when I wrote the first blog. NOW, I'm even more aggravated because it erased and I had to rewrite it.

So let's begin with how much the shit has been going on this week.

Do you ever feel like when everything is going wrong that nothing else could happen to make it worse, and then something does?

When it gets to this point, you automatically shut down and say..."Bring It"...and the walls of reality crumble. Everything that you possibly think could go wrong, does. (and a bit of things that you don't)

Let's start at the beginning.

First, I'd like to say that the beginning of this year was wonderful. An all expenses paid trip to Washington, to kick it with the United States Olympic Luge Team. A trip to Oahu, Hawaii for a stay at the Marriot, right on the beach of Waikiki. Many of my good friends and family had new additions to their families. A proposal. Met some great new people and had many amazing experiences with friends.

Now for the bad part:

In August, Andrew was put on suspension. Why, you ask? Well, his company rewards their employees who do great sales with trips. This chick that he worked with, set him and a few others up by reporting them to HR and saying that they were doing fraudulent activity to customer accounts. HR started an investigation. Then that chick tells them that she fears for her life, because Andrew and a few others made threats to her. They put him on suspension with out pay. Andrew doesn't even know the girl and would never threaten anyone, over a something like that.

We had to think fast and make a plan of action before it was too late, and just in case things didn't work out the way that we had hoped they would.

We decided to move out. Without them paying him, we wouldn't be able to afford all of our bills.

We moved on Sept 1. It was difficult. We were giving up a lot. Our privacy, our memories, the place that for 4 years we called home. It was really hard and it put an extreme strain on our relationship. We were forced to let go of a life we had built together.

I had to quit my job, because it was too far. I got sick for a very long time. I was depressed and homesick. I didn't want to get up in the morning. Where we moved to, made me feel trapped. I felt like there was nothing there for me.

Things slowly started to deteriorate. For a moment.....we gave up.

I snapped out of it before it was too late. I got my ass up in the morning to face the world. No matter how cruel or horrible it was going to get, I was going to face it...head on.

And so it got worse.

Yesterday I found out that Bally's background check discovered that, apparently, I have a felony on my record. For what you ask? For driving without a license in Culver City!! For those of you that don't know, let me give you the 4 reasons why this would never be true.

1. I don't have a license
2. I don't drive.
3. I don't have a car.
4. I have no reason to be in Culver City, nor have I ever.

I called the courts to dispute this. They tell me that I have to go through their process, to find out if it was me or not. Apparently, this person who claimed to be me missed the court date. That's not a good thing. So this process that they want me to go through, means that I may have to go to jail. I'm actually pretty pissed off about this and am sure why many people think that the Law is sometimes a joke.

To continue with all the wonderful news about yesterday, Andrew's company concluded their investigation. They decided to let Andrew go. It was sad and hurtful because he gave his heart and soul to that damned place. He stuck through hours of traffic, sat through their mandatory overtime, became leader in their group improvement meetings. He worked his ass off for them. He hung in there and didn't look for another job. He was faithful to them. But all because some dumb bitch wanted to go on a trip to the Bahama's, she deceived, lied, and messed up the lives of several people who were better than her. (karma's a bitch...you'll gets what's coming to you.)


So to conclude with yesterday's events: (bit of a back story) Andrew had applied for a job at another company about 2 weeks ago. He went to the interview and they offered him the job on the spot. They told him that they would send out a packet that contained the information that they would need. He waited a week. He never received the packet. He called the office and they told him that they sent out the packet on Friday. He should have received it on Monday. Monday came and went. He called again on Tuesday. They said they sent it out on Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday came and went. On Thursday, he called again. They said they sent it out. Andrew finally said, "can I just go over there and pick it up?" sure nuff they had his packet there.

However, the packet was entirely wrong. Andrew's name was misspelled, they had the wrong contact information on it, and the wrong address. He then had to call and tell them they had made such great errors. They said they would call him back. They never did. He sent in the packet last week. He went in for their drug test which thankfully was in Walnut. They still hadn't called him back.

Yesterday rolls by and he finally receives a call from them requiring more information that he had sent to them in the packet, but was supposed to be sent to a person in particular.

The information they say that he provided was invalid. (which it damn well wasn't because the other company he worked for accepted the information AND had called to verify it was valid, so I don't know what this new company's problem was..it just seemed that they were not on their A game with the run around they kept giving Andrew) So they decide not to hire him.

At that point I knew, that was the lowest we could get.

I feel defeated. I feel like I need something physical to fight, because it's so much more easy to fight something you can see. I could be angry at that girl for fucking things up for us. I could be angry at the company for not believing in Andrew. I could be angry at the person who used my information to ruin my record. I could be angry at the Law for not doing a better job at identifying the law breakers. I COULD JUST BE ANGRY. But that would just be wasted energy.

If there is anyone that I should be angry with, it's myself. I should have better planned for a situation like this. I should have been able to sit back and laugh because this is really no biggie, and I go my stuff on squared away.

I will not, however, falter and be run down. I WILL NOT GIVE UP!

Bright side to this? I've learned so much from this. I know what I will do so that I will NEVER be in this situation again. I think that was the lesson I was supposed to learn. And I did.

I'm pretty sure though, that this is as bad as it gets. I'm well aware that I am at my lowest.

No place left to go but up."

Scream

This is one of those instances where, you never really know who your REAL friends are...

August 4, 2007

(this has nothing to do with ANYONE of my friends..I love you all so very much)

I post this today because life was just a bit to hard today. People tend to be who they truly are and I try to help, but they distort what is true, and what I can see is all that I can "advise"...To those people: you cut me. And it stays with me. I talk about it.... I release it. But I know that the next day that I am there...I will see it once again. You think that your words hurt no one. You think that we are not people, just like you. We breathe, we live, we bleed the same color as you...YOU piss me off.

I take it.

You yell at me..I take it.

You belittle me and rape me with your words...I apologize and try to find a solution...But at the end of MY day, when you have said your peace, and walked away with a sense of accomplishment and fruitfulness...you have gotten to me, just a bit....YOU ASSHOLES DRIVE ME INSANE!!!!!

All that's left is for me to scream!

Tired of injustice
Tired of the schemes
The lies are disgusting
So what does it mean
Kicking me down
I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks

Peek in the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I'm wrong
Then you better prove you're right
You're sellin' out souls but
I care about mine
I've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight

With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme

You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize

Somebody please have mercy
'cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make you just wanna scream


Tired of you tellin' the story your way
It's causin' confusion
You think it's okay


You keep changin' the rules
While I keep playin' the game
I can't take it much longer
I think I might go insane


With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme

You find your pleasure scandalizin' every lie

Oh father, please have mercy 'cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Stop fuckin' with me
Make me wanna scream


"oh my god, can't believe what I saw
As I turned on the tv this evening
I was disgusted by all the injustice
All the injustice"

"all the injustice"

(news man)
"a man has been brutally beaten to death by
Police after being wrongly identified as a
Robbery suspect. the man was
An 18 year old black male..."


With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme

You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize

Oh brother please have mercy'cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin' me just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin' me just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin' me make me wanna scream"

On the Right Path...

June 18, 2007

"Well, I finally got my grades back from the last semester of school.

I was a little wary of what I was going to get, because frankly, I didn't really try as hard as I normally do.

Save for my Anthropology class. You would assume that the study of Witchcraft, Religion, and Magic would be fun. It sooooo wasn't. The entertainment industry really glamorizes witchcraft and magic, but it isn't at all...and neither are the people that teach it.

It seems to me that the study of ANYTHING is boring...LOL

But back to what I was saying....I was expecting medicore grades in all 3 of my classes. My heart just wasn't into it the beginning of the year at all (I got a bit discouraged because I found out that the test I took to get my High School Diploma, at the time, was not a Unifed School District registered school to take the test. In other words, the school wasn't supposed to be offering the CHPSE and more than likely did it for the money. So since I don't have my Diploma...i have to pay for school and I receive no financial aid) but I did what was necessary to stay in the class.

I missed alot of days, but did all the work. I didn't do any of the extra credit. I did just enough to get by. I was a medicore student.

I DID, HOWEVER, study like a muthafucka when it came to test time. I would cram for an entire day and then go take my tests.

I did 3 reports in all 3 classes, and aced them all with some of the top grades for reports in the class (in my anthro class I got the second highest grade...there were only 6 people in the class but YES...it does matter)

In my anthro class, I was aiming for a C....that shit fuckn hard, and from what everyone that has taken that teacher, they all told me the highest grade she gives is a C...so that was my goal.

in reality, that class was my main focus. I had taken that class two other times and recieved F's both times...because I dropped.

My Child Dev. class I was aiming for at least a B...especially with all the time that I DIDN'T put in to it. (But it's my major, so I need to do better next time)

My Chicano's studies class I didn't really care about it, it was just a fun class (although very needed) with a fun teacher who made learning fun...so I didn't think I really had to try..it was my bad totally...I shouldn't treat school like that.

In the end...I recieved:

B = Chicano Studies
B = Child Development
C = Antropology

I was really surprised. I wasn't at my best, and I still rocked it. I am extremely happy and so excited now ( I didn't think that I was going to get such good grades...and I really thought that I wasn't on track with what I wanted to achieve...but it turns out that I am VERY on track....thanks so much Kathy)

My papi told me "I am proud of you...you weren't at your best and you still did good. Imagine if you actually had tried"

He is so right. I let myself get down for something that made me feel like I had failed along the path. I didn't though...I'm doing really well. If I would have applied myself...I'd still have A's in all my classes.

Sure B's aren't bad...(and the highest grade an Anthro teacher will give is even better..LOL)but I want them A's...I will graduate with an AA in Spring of 2008...This is something that I have worked so hard for....I can't wait....You can bet your ass I will apply myself so that I will have what I want..."

HAWAII...BE JEALOUS!!!

MAY 23, 2007

"Well, as you all know (because I insistently keep reminding everyone) I just got back from a very wonderful and amazing trip to Hawaii.

There was so much to do and see...I just wanted everyone that I didn't talk to yet, know everything that Papi and I did. So here goes:

We left to the air port at 6 in the morning to be there by 8. Our plane was supposed to leave at 10, but they were having some maintenance issues and we didn't end up leaving until 2 p.m. I was pissed. (So were alot of other people) The plane ride was really smooth and no no turbulence. We flew for about 5 1/2 hour...but it really seemed longer than that cuz I really just wanted to get there.

We got there at 4:15 p.m. (3 hours behind over there). From the sky you could see how beautiful and blue the water was. it was amazing. We got off the plane and the weather was a bit warm, but with a wonderful breeze to keep you from sweating (In my opinion...the weather there is perfect)

We pick up our luggage and go hail a taxi. Would you fuckin believe that our taxi was a Limo?? It was like shit started off on a high note. (well shit IN Hawaii anyways)

Just to let you know...Hawaii has the same problems with Rush Hour Traffic...but the scenery is great, so that's really not a problem.

We get to our hotel, which is the Marriot at Waikiki, and all I really cared about was the view from our balcony. You could see the world from here. 16th floor, and the sun had set just perfect.

We unpacked and went to go grab something to eat. Most places were open, but we needed to eat something that we knew we were gonna like. IHOP. It was great...and we thought inexpensive, but HELL NAW....30 bucks for just me and Andrew. But we did scarf all the food down.

We walked around for a while, just to get a feel for the area. We were back in bed by 10 p.m. (yeah I know, but JetLag is a real thing)

Everyday that we were there, we pretty much woke up at 6 in the morning. The sun was out and shining by then. The air was cool and crisp. Excellent weather to hit the beach (which was only half a block away)

We lay on a beautiful sandy beach with its amazingly warm water. A wonderful mixture. If we could have stuff like that over here, I think I would be a beach bunny.

Okay to side track for a moment....EVERYONE THERE HAD AMAZING BODY. They all had gorgeous 6-pack abs. Even a few homeless people had them. Nice tans, rock hard abs, chests to die for...I want to live there just to assimilate with the natives and become one of the perfect bodies.

We went out every night to party. We went to this club called Angles. It was nice. It had an outside patio, and everyone was really friendly. It was at this club that I won 3rd place in a best chest contest. The bartender was hitting on me and signed me up for the contest. I told him, he would have to get me drunk..(Although, the 2nd place winner...I don't know how he won...he was this short little Asian guy with NO MEAT on him whatsoever. He was like a twig....I guess he won cause he had more friends cheering for him...but hell...I got a grip of free drinks that night, just for being me...LOL)

Some guy hit on me and even after I told him that me and my husband came to the island to chill....he kept on talking to me. He didn't go away. I didn't have anything to say to him, but he kept on talking....(GO AWAY MAN!!!!)

We went back to our room about 3 a.m. It was a very good night.

We woke up the next day and made a day of the town. We walked everywhere. Ate anywhere....but most of the time we spent on the beach. We got our tan on, and our swim on. We shopped, and just really enjoy the days.

We both got a massage. It was the most intense thing ever. He hit spots that I never knew could feel so good (don't be a perv...I was talking about my hands. He started rubbing then and caressing them and I seriously had an orgasm...it was extremely sensual but in a non sex way)

I was finally going to get a tattoo, but the guy couldn't draw it. He tried to free hand it, but he changed it way too much. He kept trying to get me to use the one that he had drawn, saying that "you don't want your tattoo to look like someone E=wlse's...you should take this out, and I'll change this to look like this" I was like...dude no, this is going on me for the rest of my life...I don't care if it looks like someone else's...so I left. But I was sad, cuz I was finally gonna get my tattoo. Oh well....

Our nights were spent on the town. We went out every night, to different clubs. And drank...and enjoyed the time we had to spend with each other. The place has the ability to heighten your love and emotion. The ambiance in the air is romance.

We went out again, but this time to a club called Hulas. It was on the second floor of a Hotel, and it had seats set against a balcony that was completely open to the ocean air. The drinks were cheap...we had 32oz pitchers of beer for only 5 dollars. We kept them coming from 10 till 2 a.m. but the cool thing was that we didn't get drunk. Then after we were done there....we went to another club called Fuzion. It was a great place to dance. LOTS of people. All kinds of people. Trannies, Bi guys, Gay Guys, Girls....ALL KINDS OF PEOPLE.

One thing that Hawaii has that we don't is shade. EVERYONE IS NICE. It doesn't matter what they look like, if they hit on someone they will make conversation. I understand just now why that guy kept talking to me. It's not like here, where the people are superficial. Californians could use to learn somethings from the people of Hawaii.

This was one of the best things that I could ever have done in my life. I'm glad that we went this time, and got to miss out on going last time.

We were on a different island than we would have been on last time, and Waikiki is definitely the place to be. The days lasted forever. We did so much, and then looked at the time only to realize that only 2 or 3 hours had passed.

The night air was warm and cool. We only wore shorts and tank tops. In some cases, we didn't wear a shirt at all. I have never felt so comfortable about my body as I did at that place.

At the end of our trip, I really didn't want to come home. I wanted to stay forever and lie on the beach with my baby. But, then I know it wouldn't be a special place anymore. I love Hawaii. My favorite place in the world. Better than home. But it wouldn't have been the same without my baby next to me. It was great to forget about the rest of the world, and just let it be us. There was no one else I cared about, no problems, just a real break from life.

It was an invigorating and re inspiring moment in my life."

My Heart Goes Out...

April 16, 2007

"Today something happened that I am affected by.

33 people have died today in Virgina, for no apparent reason other than someone wanted to take their lives.

I don't have words. I am at a loss. I know that my soul screams for these lives, and it cries deep and long. I swallow it down because I know that if it comes to the surface...I'm not sure it will stop.

I didn't know anyone that goes there, but I can't help but to care.

It confuses me so much not to understand or have a reason for things like this to happen. I can hear the echoes of families cries that may have lost someone, and although I know that there is nothing that I can directly do, I will pray for them. I know exactly how I would feel if I were those families. After all, the thought of my baby brother still brings tears to my eyes.

I pray that God will bring peace of mind and heart to those who have lost thier loved ones. I hope that they can find the stregnth to get through this travesty.

These are the reasons that I don't watch the news. I hate hearing about these kinds of things. But I damned well know that just because I don't watch, doesn't mean things don't happen.

I hate knowing things like this sometimes.

I will say though, it just gives me a reason to pray harder. To love more. To be compassionate, and to look forward to better things.

I am sad..extremely sad.

So to everyone I say this:

If you are affected by anything like this, have lost someone in this tragedy or you have lost someone to something as senseless. I know that it's hard, and it may seem difficult but hope that everyday that goes by, it gets a little brighter. I know it is one of the hardest things to deal with, with time and the love of those around...you will endure.

I am extremely sorry for your loss and my heart goes out to you."

Simple Little Treasures

March 2, 2007

"So Cindy made this realllllyyy awesome BLOG where she noted the really great things in her everyday life. Some of the most minute and wonderfully ticklish things in her life that are great to know about. So I'm gonna do the same thing cuz I am a follower and I don't have a mind of my own....(BITER!!!!) LOL

*Watching the most amazing TV shows with my fiancee. Heroes, Charmed, Grey's Anatomy...those are my guilty little television pleasures

*Going to the gym and working out until I feel sore and then work out a biiiiit more..

*Watching scary movies even though I know that Andrew doesn't like them..(what a scurdy cat)

*Singing in the shower...(you know what? I don't care if it's off key. I like to sing)

*Dancing in the mirror to my 90's music. I feel like Irene Cara. (what a feelin'.....)

*Chocolate Chip Cookie Ice Cream Sandwiches....(AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!)

*Rio's Pizza...It's like cheesy delicious poison.

*Comic Books...(I don't care what you say dammit...Literature is Literature!!)

*American Eagle Outfitters....I think thier sloganized shirts are soooooo clever. (Come on, "I just put you on the top of my TO DO list" is something I would so tell a person)

*Grilled Ham and Cheese on wheat bread.

*Making fun of people for no apparent reason. (Putting people down makes me feel better about myself...LOL)

*Photoshop...

*KINGDOM HEARTS!!!! (How can it be that we can take part in such an amazing experience, that isn't even real??)

*The moments when I look at Andrew and find a million reasons and infinite possibilities.

*Inside Jokes...(Making people feel like I'm keeping something from them makes me feel better about myself....HAHAHAHAHA)

*Observation. Seeing how people are and wondering how they got that way. Where they came from, and where in the hell they think they are going in such a rush.

*The moment that I knew Andrew was the one. (It was crystal clarity. A moment of absolute peace and calm. Inner traquility. For that moment the world had stopped. My favorite memory.)

*Friends. Not just anyone. Not the passerby, or the aquiantaces. My ACTUAL friends. The people I care about and that care about me. The ones that have shared my life and I have shared thiers. The one's that I keep making those memories with...Oh how I love you all.

*The moments in the shower with Andrew.

*The sound of my baby sisters voice.

*The wind blowing through my hair the immediate moment after I get a hair cut.

*Richard and Nancy (They are the ideal couple to look up to. As long as I've known them, they have functioned. If ever two people were supposed to be together it is those two.)

*The thought of being married...

My simple little treasures......"

Forward

February 25, 2007

"I was always too busy looking back at the world that I came from. Looking back at all the pain and hurt in my life to focus on what could be in front of me.

I was constantly holding on to the suffering because I didn't want to lose touch with what I thought made me. I never wanted to be with someone because from what I saw in the past, we would never be together long.

In my mind, there was no "Forever"

But I did wonder if I would ever get to this part of my life.

I pretty much figured, since I was different, I would have different feelings about stuff like this.

This just shows how normal people like me are. We all want the same things. The thing that I want right now, is to spend the rest of my life with one person.

I want someone to grow old together with. Someone that I can have a future with. I want to be a part of something that is greater than just myself. I want a family, and a house...

On February 20th, 2007, I embarked on that journey.

I asked the man of my dreams ANDREW GARCIA, to marry me. I say man of my dreams because I dreamt about a man just like this. Someone handsome, intellegent, sweet, kindhearted, compassionate, and someone that will put up with all my numerous flaws and imperfections.

In my dreams, I wanted someone who would throw out all the bad stuff from my past and paint me a wonderful future.

How often is it that we get what we long for? Almost never.

I was blessed with a waking dream.

I have been with this man for going on 4 years now and I walk among the clouds because he lifts me higher than I ever thought I could possibly be.

I couldn't let him go, I had to make him my own for the rest of my life. And I am positive that I would die without him.

I feel amazingly complete. Like there isn't anything missing in my life.

And although some people may say that I have changed, I can look them in the eye and say thank you for noticing.

I am different. My priorities have changed. I want different things. And, yeah, I finally grew up...

My direction is oh so clear. I have all these new thoughts and understandings. Going out isn't so important to me anymore. Partying and clublife is just so "whatever" to me. That's not what I look forward to at the end of the week anymore.

Things are just sooooooo different.

I want to spend time working on my family, cuz that's what he is. I want to be able to sit in our home together, and wonder about the next trip, or where we should move to next. I want this to be a success.

I want to lay in bed on cold days, or warm nights and lay in eachothers arms. We can forget about the world, because this one between him and I, is the only world that matters.

In my forever, I want only him.

I look forward to this new adventure. I look forward to all the wonderful things we are going to share together. I look forward to all the memories we are create and share together. I look forward to the day that I say "I Do"

I look foward..."