Saturday, January 28, 2012

Cute Blog Award

I was so happy to receive this Cute Blog Award from Donah at http://mnemonicreveries.blogspot.com/. I enjoy reading about her new discoveries in travel, fashion and her life with her new hubby which I can definitely relate to. So going along with the rules which are:

 RULES:


1. Link back to the person who gave you this award. Check out Donah's blog http://mnemonicreveries.blogspot.com/ - I totally dig the title too.

2. Answer award questions.

3. Award as many blogs you think deserve this award.

4. Make sure you let those you give this award know that you awarded them.

5. Tell something you have never told before in your blog.



1. What is your go to make up product?
Anything MAC but if I have to pick one - it's the shimmer. It always makes my makeup look flawless.

2. What's your favourite fashion trend of 2011?
I am not sure if this was a trend but I really dug boot season. There were so many interesting styles and ways to wear boots.

3. What is your favorite dessert?
A Pizookie from BJ's - Half chocolate chip and half white chocolate cookie fresh from the oven with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Delish!

4. Favorite color?
Bluegreen - the color of the ocean. The color of my mind.

5. What is your middle name?
Martice -  named after my biological father who did not raise me. I like that if you take the first 4 letters and combine them with the first letter of my first name, it spells "Smart". This is something I used to tell my mother when I was little. "Mommy, I wanna be 'mart".


6. What was the last song you listened to?
Heaven's Gonna Burn Your Eyes by Thievery Corporation

7. Cats or Dogs?
Hate cats (Sorry to all you cat lovers). Love dogs. Allergic to cats. Love kittens.

8. One thing I have never mentioned in my blog
I do silly dances and make funny faces whether people are there or NOT.

Blogs I am awarding (Of course I have to list them alphabetically)

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Lens

Experimenting with Instagram has only just begun...

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Life Tree

  Taken on a nice lunchtime walk @ my current work & alma mater - UCLA

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Children Are People

Browsing the discussions in the Blog Catalog website, I came across a discussion about why is it hard to be assertive. My answer was that I believe if children are taught to speak up for themselves, it will be easier to do this when they're adults. Children who are taught not to speak up or that what they have to say is not important or childish will grow up holding in their opinions. They will be afraid to ask for what they want because early in life they were taught to only listen and be quiet.

I don't believe this is exactly the cause and effect but I do believe in listening to children and hearing what they have to say. This isn't equivalent to doing whatever your child says or letting them have their way but if your child says they feel embarrassed about something or that they are afraid to express themselves to you, it's your duty to find out why and to hear what they have to say.

I didn't always have this chance as a child. There was a time when my opinions and beliefs were confined to ink on pages, notes in music or melodies in songs. I shut myself away in my room because I never felt like I would be heard. It wasn't until high school that I started feeling confident in speaking up. My parents split up so I no longer had to hear arguments lingering in the hallways. Home life was a lot more peaceful and I felt safer. It was in the classroom that I was able to speak my mind, share what I had to say and really blossom as an individual.

Today, I don't feel weird about speaking up but now I feel that if I do and someone is not listening then it isn't worth my time to try to make them listen. I feel that when you are my friend or a loved one, we'll want to share our thoughts, opinions and hear what the other has to say. If that isn't the case, our interactions will become few and far between.

As adults, we can pick and choose who is worth our time. As children, we're pretty much stuck unless a parent is willing to hear how we feel about a certain person, group of people or situation. If we can't feel comfortable around the first set of people we are introduced to, how are we going to feel comfortable interacting with the rest of the world?

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Creating Balance and Allowing Unbalance

I really dig the blog Zen Habits  and I also love this book called Simplify Your Life. When I erase the slate and start fresh, I consult these two entities.

This time of the year is for resolutions. More importantly, fitness ones. The gym parking lot was packed the other night. I was actually on a movie date with Brian which is located in the same area. Come February and it will die down. As soon as people begin their resolutions, they give up. I include myself, most especially, where fitness is concerned.

So I have wiped my slate clean and decided that if I do a little bit of something everyday, I will create balance. My daily goal is to get some form of exercise, bring my lunch to work and do a super-set of weights at least five days out of the week.

But...I also will allow myself to create unbalance. By that I mean, this morning I slept in longer than usual because my body was absolutely sore from doing some bleachers yesterday during lunch with my co-worker. Brian suggested I get more rest. So this morning there was no yoga or weights. Instead, I felt rested, not pressured and walked again at my lunch break. Included were those bleachers that my calves are screaming expletives at.

I whipped up a quick meal for lunch tomorrow, packed my gym clothes, picked out my work clothes and now I am ready to relax. For me, it's all about planning but I know I will slip because you can never be perfect. What I do know is that if I make that extra effort to not get so down about getting off track, I will be able to achieve my goals. It is me vs me and no one else.

No one else.

(This is me in front of the house that I grew up in. It has been remodeled and didn't look anything like that when I lived there. The memory of how it used to look resides in my dreams and haunts me from time to time.)