Ketchup

Okay so i really need to catch up on some blogs. I dont know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that i dont blog everyday or keep up with blogs that i follow. but either way, i feel like i'm missing out. my aunt's blog is amazing and has the most random and uplifting things in it! I just can't seem to keep up!
So one of the things i said i would do this summer is read more. I say that every summer. Does it work? No. I wish there was something that i can take that would make me want to read more. I just need the motivation to start something and then i'll finish it. it's the jump-start that slows me down. does that make sense? Another thing was to see more concerts. I saw a few, but really only one big one. it's just the thing costs money. and the one i really wanted to go to was the Cobra Starship one in Hollywood. yea. fail. I was about 2 hours late from when the tickets went on sale. Supposedly the tickets were sold out in "seconds."
But i did get a few things done this summer. Many little things that are probably only significant to me, but, hey, it counts too. One thing that my mother has been putting on me this whole summer was completing my room. I think we got that tucked away. Now where do i put my old room?
By the way, where did they come up with the name "Ketchup"? that's so random for spreadable tomato sauce.


"Undying love is like the ghost in your villa. Everybody talks about it, but try and find one person who has seen it. "

~*Live. Laugh.Love.*~

ProcrastinationStation

(courtesy of Aunt Barb's blog) Isn't this just SOOO true? ...unfortunately.

I wish I was this busy the whole summer. Working for my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, my cousin, and my parents. Going to the gym afterwards. (well i've been going to the gym)

It's interesting how people actually want to hang out at the end of summer. It's like they procrastinate in every aspect of their life. School, hanging out, planning things, family events, or just responding to someone. I'm not saying I'm not one of them, but it's interesting how procrastination is so common. I wonder if it was always so prominent. Like were great explorers and scientists always punctual? probably not. I bet kings and queens were hardly ever on time "a queen is never late, everyone is simply early." (~Julie Andrews in Princess Diaries 2:Royal Engagement) There have always been deadlines, but what percentage of those deadlines have actually been met? (not including extended deadlines) I watch my mom at work meet her deadlines.My aunt and uncle are always working to catch up on past deadlines (they own their own radiology company, the medical business isn't easy. especially financially) And then there are my grandparents who's only deadline left is death itself.
How nice it would be to end up like my grandparents. Sure they have their aches and pains, loss of memory and loss of hearing, but they suuuure are happy and in love. What's so great is that they're so happy that they make everyone else around them feel happy and loved. If I were to aspire to be anyone when I grow old, it would be them (yes, both of them).
So, I guess that statement means I wouldn't want to grow old alone. hahhaa. Which means someday I would like to have that special someone by my side. My "soulmate," if there is such a thing. If it weren't for my grandparents and a few other people I know, I think it'd be really hard for me to believe in the thing called "love."
~Love is pain, healing, suffering, joy, anger, laughter, sadness, caring, sharing, fun, wanting, needing, respect, hope, and a warm embrace (figuratively and literally).~
I love my dog ^_^ hehe He's the only being that is constant in my life.



"Darling. I don't know how to tell you this, but there's a Chinese family in our bathroom."


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Isn't August Over YET?!

Still over 3 weeks left to head out back to school. This feels like the longest summer I've ever been on. I don't think I will ever let myself have such a long summer anymore! I know that someday I'll want one just as long and relaxing when I'm busy working, but deep down, I'll know that it's not what I really need. I need to be productive to feel good about myself. Have I been this summer?
During the summer I've...
~gone to the beach almost every week
~gone to sleep early and awaken early (beginning of summer)
~looked for a job, nearly got one a couple times
~helped out grandparents and my other grandma
~stayed in Santa Monica
~saw many movies
~went camping with the family
~went camping with friends (got into an accident on the way home)
~my friend from Pennsylvania visited for a few days (went to SD and went to Sea World)
~hung out with Julie a lot (went to the OC fair, ran errands, beach, and a bunch of random stuff)
~a couple bonfires w/ "the asian gang"
~gone to sleep late and awaken late (now)

I know I've done a lot this summer, spent a lot of money, and had a lot of fun, but still. I would have enjoyed having a job and travel back east to see my friends from school.
I think I pretty much failed, miserably, at trying to read a lot this summer. I'm so disappointed in myself.

My Garden

I planted a seed one day. I cared for that seed for many days. It wasn't any more special than any other plant. It was more like a weed. Yet I continued to care for it. Other plants I've cared for have died within 6 months or 3 months. But for some reason this little seed, this weed, was different. Disappointingly, it was just like all the other plants. It grew like the other seeds, but not very tall. I didn't expect much from it, but when it disappointed me so, I was very saddened. I don't know why this weed made me feel so concerned about it. Then one day, out of no where, it DIED. I was so angry because I knew it was my fault but I don't know what I had done. So I threw it in the yard where I threw all the past plants. That spot was the driest and ugliest part of my yard. Like the others I gradually accepted the fact that it was dead and forgot about it. Well, every once in a while I'd wonder what went wrong with that weed. Then I'd remember, it was just a weed. A few months later, as I was tending to my other plants, my flowers, and my trees, I noticed something odd. It scared me at first, but soon I accepted it. That weed had grown a flower. A small and subtle flower, but nonetheless, IT GREW BACK. I have no idea why. So I let it be. I let it grow amongst my full grown blossoms and luscious greenery. I thought about cutting it because I didn't think it deserved a second chance. But I realized it didn't want a second chance, it just was asleep for a while. Maybe someday it'll grow as big as my trees, but for now it's still just a weed. I don't pay attention to it as much as my other plants, but I keep it as a reminder that not all things die forever. A reminder that burning bridges isn't the way to put out a fire.