is today.




Yay?




Have a wonderful evening (:


Ciao,
Tabs <3
 

Tea.

07/27/2010

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I don't think I have ever encountered anything so amazing an delicious. Soda and coffee should be completely banned from this world! Okay maybe not coffee since that's what keeps most of this population alive and sane in the mornings or maybe even also during the day time. I used to have about 3 cups of coffee a day, which I eventually discovered is a totally bad habit that should be stopped and avoided. I'm still trying to get used to it. But anyway tea! Oh my goodness, yes, tea. So many different varieties and so little time to try them all. And even if you think you've tried them all, you haven't. Isn't that great and completely annoying at the same time?


So someone told me today that I'm quiet. This someone was a guy coming over to buy my dads truck, which he was stuck in traffic so lucky me, got to hand over the car. Me, knowing absolutely nothing about cars, watched as he and his father examined it. They complimented on many things, such as how clean it was, or the fact that the tires were new (which apparently they were rather impressed with), and that it runs great. I stood there, nodded and smiled. Then it came. "You know, your pretty quiet for someone who is about to sell me a truck." First off, I was not going to sell it to him. It was not my truck, and he was a complete stranger. Handsome, seemed decent, but a stranger. I was taught well as a child. Second, cars make no sense to me. All I know is that if it can run, it should be fine to drive, hence me not talking. Third, I have never heard someone tell me I'm quiet out loud. I mean I know I'm quiet sometimes, but to hear it from a stranger? It was kind of like moment where you just stare at the person, comprehending what they are saying. As if your not sure they were just speaking english or chinese. It was just odd for me. And when I heard that, I got even quieter. I did not know what to say, and felt like a complete idiot. Then my dear father showed up and I escaped (but was watching them out my window).


I think that was most likely the highlight of my week...either that or getting this amazing Arizona Green Tea. So my point for this odd story was, I vote tea over coffee any day (:


Ciao,
Tabs <3





 

Books.

07/25/2010

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They seem to have a mind of their own and take you to a completely different world. It leaves you wondering, surprised, sad, happy, elated, all the things that we sometimes miss in our own day-to-day lives. Whether if it's fiction or non-fiction, they still leave us stunned by what these stories have to tell us. Some of us can even relate to some of the characters that we read in books, which keeps us hooked on them. It's as if it's a movie being played in your mind as you read each new thrill, as you read each new excitement, you might even need popcorn and a slushie to help you take it all in. The written word is such a powerful thing, no one should ever take it for granted.


I am a big fan of books and overall just reading. I think it entertains me more than television and most other things that regular teenagers tend to do at this age (i must be a very boring person as you can tell). My bookcase it full of them and i'm even beginning to fit them in sideways along the tops of my already read books. I also have them scattered all around my room. It's a terrible mess of wonderfulness. 


I always think about how lucky I would be to become a writer like those that have written some of my favorite books. I think i would be one of the happiest girls alive to write a book, have it published, and have it read by thousands of people getting the same feeling I get, when I read a good book. That would just be completely amazing. But who know's? Maybe it will happen someday. Maybe I'll be the next Nora Roberts and have my own best selling book that will be on a stand in the middle of Borders. So keep a lookout for me (: you never know what the future holds in store for us.


Ciao,
Tabs <3
 
 
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starts losing it's wonderful taste about about 3 bottles of it. My sickness is slowly wearing off, which is good, it's just that it's wearing off extremely slow. Living off of Ritz crackers for 2 days doesn't go to well for me either. 


So you remember my amazing oragami heart that took me many attempts to make? I decided I was going to show it to you, and the rest of the world. You'll have to look at it sideways though (feel free to also appreciate my very bright blue wall haha). I was so proud of my heart, I included myself in the picture. You guys may think my heart looks pretty horrible, and maybe lopsided, but I worked very hard on it so give me the benefit of the doubt. Who knows, my heart may even give someone inspiration to cheer up a sick person (referring maybe even to me), or even give a dollar to a homeless man with a stray dog by his side sitting outside your neighborhood McDonald's. Do a good deed! The world needs them right now. That homeless man is waiting for you.


As you can tell, I have probably taken to much Tylenol and am practically half asleep at the moment and am rambling like a complete idiot and also going insane from being in the house and on a bed for 2 days (horrible run-on sentence, i know) and unable to eat anything besides crackers and toast, I need something to do. Watching television and movies tends to get boring. The only thing that drowns out aching muscles and an upset stomach is sleep. Which I find really overrated, but I love it. Does that makes any sense?


Sometimes I actually wonder if anyone ever reads what I write. But then I tell myself, why do you care what people think? I don't know...maybe I write just to get others opinions sometimes. When I'm to confused to think for myself and my thought process isn't working, I think well what if someone else has an opinion about this? And not just me? Gosh. It's so weird to think that way but I guess that'a just how I am? A confusing writer with too much on her mind. And sick of gatorade. What a life.


I'm sorry if I'm being sort of a pessimist but I'm just totally out of it. Maybe I should just sleep and put you out of your misery. Or maybe watch another Charlie Chaplin movie, whichever comes first. Good night world.


Ciao,
Tabs <3





 
 
sucks really bad. A lot of things happened in these past couple of days, including going to Washington (I got back yesterday) and me getting the stomach flu. How did I get it? I have no idea, but I can barely get out of bed and the site of food makes me want to runaway. But of course I can't runaway because my legs are too weak and I would most likely barf, which I am trying so hard to avoid. 


What can I say about Washington...well, the weather was amazing. And I mean AMAZING. Gosh. I could have lived outside. It was like spring time in California, the perfect weather. I stupidly forgot my camera at home since we were in such a rush to leave that morning, so I have no pictures to share with you guys. My cousins wedding was incredible (it better have been, since I became half wedding planner as soon as I got up there), and this bride was....hmm...how do i say it nicely....emotional? I mean the day before the wedding was insane. A lot of barfing (from the bride) hugs (from me) yelling (also from the bride) and crying (from the groom). I felt like I was living in a soap opera for 3 days. But what's a wedding without a little chaos?


I am now going to collapse on the couch and most likely not move for a couple of hours, my stomach isn't happy with me typing so much. Have a lovely afternoon (:


Ciao,
Tabs <3



 

Trains.

07/13/2010

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They move so quickly, and don't wait for anyone to get on board once on the move. They only care about the cargo, and to get it to it's destination. Kinda like life. Life doesn't wait for anyone. It keeps going through all the mischief, sadness, jealousy, and/or happiness (happiness is pretty hard to come by these days). Through all the new people, and the old. It's really unexpected, but don't some people say we should always expect the unexpected? What if the unexpected isn't always to be expected? What if, and just what if, we aren't really cut out for the unexpected? I mean yeah, some people encourage the unexpected. It brings change into their lives and probably to their loved ones also. The unexpected brings BIG changes...I'm not sure though. It's just a theory. Another thought going through my head?


Yeah the picture is kind of fuzzy, it came off my phone. This is the railroad practically behind my house. Isn't California so green and wonderful this time of year? I think it was about 100 degrees as I was walking over that bridge with a couple of my friends (Toy Story 3 is an amazing movie by the way, we were walking home from the movies). The train had just passed below us and I couldn't help but look down at the railroad tracks. I'm not sure if this might be a kodak moment for any of you guys, but it was for me (even though the quality of the picture isn't too good). 


That railroad and the trains that always come across it, used to drive me completely insane. They would wake me up at around 6 in the morning, with the choo choo sounds. I could not stand them. But now, living near them for so long, I can't even hear them anymore. And on the rare occasions that I do hear the train go by, I have to stop and listen. It just reminds me of all the times i hated that train, and now how much I gain by listening to it. It reminds me that I have a gift that everyone else has, but sometimes don't put to use. I can hear. I think listening is one of the greatest creations that God could have possible given us. Some of us hardly use it though, which is such a shame. You can learn a lot by listening, just a theory. 


Okay okay fine, I'll stop. I can hear your boredom through the computer screen ;) and having the stomach flu doesn't help with sitting and typing for any amount of time. Heading to Washington on Thursday, exciting? Maybe. Long car ride? Indeed it will be. 


Ciao,
Tabs <3





 
 
Due to the fact that I suck at video games, and we do not own a game console of any sort, it is hot enough outside to fry an egg on the sidewalk (which I really debated upon doing), tv is no use at all, and my boredom has gone to an overload point, I went on a quest to make an origami heart. This was much harder than it seemed. I went through about 6 pieces of paper just to make the perfect heart, at which point I came to the conclusion paper hates me and so do the trees that they are made from.


I used to make origami all the time when I was younger. I could make anything imaginable from those little books with the specially made colorful paper in them, and a picture of each different form of origami. They ranged from swans, to little triangles put together to make a beautiful flower. Apparently i'm a little rusty. Okay...maybe not just a little. VERY rusty. When I decided to make this heart, I used the power of the internet to find out how to make one. So, there i am, surfing on the web! When I find the perfect heart to make. It had instructions and even step-by-step pictures with a video (yes, a video) on how to make it.


So what went terribly wrong? Well the first three tries the paper just decided to rip on each fold that I made. At the first sign of progress, the paper decided I wasn't worthy of it anymore, and then rip. I could deal with that, I was handling it very well. And then the next two tries were terrible. I would get so incredibly close to finishing it, I could even taste victory! When I would figure out I forgot a step, so that's why my heart looked incomplete and incredibly lopsided. But the sixth time was a charm :) I made the most perfect origami heart that there is to make. I would take a picture of it and show you guys, but it's too beautiful to show to the world (as you can tell, I'm quite proud of it).


Although, seeing all the other ripped, crumpled, lopsided hearts next to my perfect one, I'm starting to grow more attached to the imperfect hearts. Weird, or coincidence? ;)


Ciao,
Tabs <3




 
 
For the past couple of weeks, I have been thinking a lot about the past. Since summer vacation has turned out to be even more dull than I remember it to be, it has given me a lot more time to think about things that have happened. I am going to be a senior this year in high school and frankly, I don't really know what to think of it. I am actually shocked at how quickly time has slipped away. One moment your playing tag with your friends on the playground during recess, and not having a care in the world. Then with the blink of an eye, everything changes. Your no longer that cute little kid that used to crawl under the covers with your parents when you've had a bad dream. Everyone's bad dreams are now the rise in gasoline prices (almost four dollars for a gallon of gas? I mean, come on now) and the legalization of marijuana (for some not a bad dream).


The past has been pretty bad to some people, and to others it was the time of their lives. That was when America was just starting to form itself, into what we are today. However, there are also the people that see the past as something that happened, taught us a lesson, gave us ideas, led us toward what we are today, and are looking forward to accomplishing even more tomorrow. I would most likely be put into this category. The past happened. Yes, it does hold some special memories and good times, but even better ones may come in the future. 


I am not trying to tell you to completely forget about the past and just look toward the future. I would be totally stupid and way out of my league if I did because the past is something that should be celebrated. Some of our most greatest moments happened in the past, and I'm not just talking about personal moments. Signing of the Declaration of Independence? Armstrong walking on the moon? The Civil Rights Act? Disco?! I mean come on, you know you still have those bell bottom jeans sitting in the back of your closet and that tie dye shirt :)


"What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now."



Ciao,
Tabs <3
 

Flowers.

07/06/2010

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Yes, i am a very large fan of flowers. You might be thinking "Well, she's a girl, so of course she would be a fan of flowers." You are partially right on that part, but also wrong. First of all that's stereotyping, and people should never do that. Never judge a book by it's cover. I know someone that absolutely does NOT like flowers. If your question is are the human? Yes the are. Are they completely out of their mind? Yes, I would think so, but that is their decision. But i'm a sucker for them :) especially tulips. 


Flowers. Oh my goodness. An endless array of them to where there is still to be discovered! And they are all beautiful in their own way. They come in all different shapes and sizes, with different textures and scents to each one. Some may not even have a scent to it, but the beauty of it just takes you by the heart. Not very many people take the time to appreciate a flower every once in a while. They are God's creation in letting us know, that there is beauty in this world, and it's all around us. 


Usually when a guy really likes a girl, or dare I say, loves her, what does he buy her (and just go with me here, jewelry doesn't count)? Flowers. Usually it's a bouquet of roses, and why? They are absolutely beautiful and smell wonderful, and usually someone appreciates that. Sometimes, people even compare the ones they love to flowers. "You are as beautiful as an orchid, and as lovely as a delicate rose." (man aren't I good?). Flowers are a wonderful piece of nature that people don't take enough time to appreciate. The next time you see a flower, stop and smile at it's beauty. It will thank you later (:


Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, 
So are you!


Ciao,
Tabs <3



 

Writing.

07/05/2010

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Okay so, one thing that I have really not explained much is my writing.


I write.


And that statement is far more confusing and intimidating than it looks. Trust me. Be very afraid. Okay not that afraid. But still afraid. I write practically all the time. Whether it's at home and in my notebook, or i get a sudden burst of an idea so i start writing on the back of a receipt. If I don't have a piece of paper or a pen nearby, then I try and keep the thought in my head until I find some. Which sadly fails to work sometimes because I have a horrible memory.


I write about everything and i write it in different forms. Sometimes it will be a poem, a 15 page long story, a sudden thought that has a very deep meaning to it, and very rarely a love song. I write because that is what keeps me sane. Most of my writings consist of what i was feeling at the moment. Anger, jealousy, happiness, you name it and it has been written. I don't let very many people read my stuff though. Maybe it's because it makes me feel uncomfortable because it's as if people are reading my life, but not really at the same time. Does that make sense? (if it does, please tell me because i'm lost on that one) I might start posting up pieces of my work later in the future, but time will tell. It slips away so quickly that we never no what the future tends to hold in store for us. 


And by the way, Happy Later 4th of July! (: 


Ciao,
Tabs <3