Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
9/11
I remember everything. I was 7. My mom woke me up abruptly, perhaps to get ready for school, I thought. But it was way too early, roughly around 6 am. She led me to the living room where she was watching tv. First image I saw was a building on fire. I couldn't quite make out what I was looking at. It wasn't until I knew that those were the Twin Towers and I saw them collapse.
On my trip to New York in 2011, I was very frantic because I knew I was going to the some memorials and the site itself. This was already a touchy subject for me over the years so I couldn't bear the thought of seeing it for myself. Around the third day of my trip, we went to lower Manhattan. The first visit was a church that was probably between 50 feet away for the construction zone (where the towers were) and it was set up as a memorial. I already got chills before walking inside. There was a lot of quietness inside, I saw a huge banner that said "WE LOVE NEW YORK" and then I saw something disturbing. It was a firefighter uniform and it was demolished. Debris covered the entire uniform and the boots looked burned and torn out. I stood there probably longer than I should've, just staring at this, I could only imagine what this firefighter went thru. It was the only vivid image that I got out of that church, everything else was a blur.
We walked across the street to another memorial and there was pictures, books, magazines about the event. Of course I start crying. We then started to walk next to the construction site and I got chills. I looked up to only imagine the Twin Towers hovering over me. Then come to the realization that a lot of people were standing where I was when it was all happening. And, of course running away from where I was standing when the towers collapsed.
It was a memorable visit, one that I won't forget, not forget how I was feeling during the entire time. Today marks the 12th anniversary since the attacks in 2001 and I remember everything and I will never forget.
On my trip to New York in 2011, I was very frantic because I knew I was going to the some memorials and the site itself. This was already a touchy subject for me over the years so I couldn't bear the thought of seeing it for myself. Around the third day of my trip, we went to lower Manhattan. The first visit was a church that was probably between 50 feet away for the construction zone (where the towers were) and it was set up as a memorial. I already got chills before walking inside. There was a lot of quietness inside, I saw a huge banner that said "WE LOVE NEW YORK" and then I saw something disturbing. It was a firefighter uniform and it was demolished. Debris covered the entire uniform and the boots looked burned and torn out. I stood there probably longer than I should've, just staring at this, I could only imagine what this firefighter went thru. It was the only vivid image that I got out of that church, everything else was a blur.
We walked across the street to another memorial and there was pictures, books, magazines about the event. Of course I start crying. We then started to walk next to the construction site and I got chills. I looked up to only imagine the Twin Towers hovering over me. Then come to the realization that a lot of people were standing where I was when it was all happening. And, of course running away from where I was standing when the towers collapsed.
It was a memorable visit, one that I won't forget, not forget how I was feeling during the entire time. Today marks the 12th anniversary since the attacks in 2001 and I remember everything and I will never forget.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
My dresses
What I miss about school...
Ok school is around the corner and I can't help but be excited. What I really did miss about being back on that school grind is
I'm a bit nervous because my class schedule is full. I'm taking Math for the first time since high school, Astronomy, English, and a PE class. Doesn't seem like a lot but majority of the units are between 4-5 so that's a handful!
Smooches!
- waking up early
- skipping breakfast
- or actually having time for breakfast
- seeing your friends
- late nights/sleepless nights
- excessive homework
- studying
- and of course, the outfits
I'm a bit nervous because my class schedule is full. I'm taking Math for the first time since high school, Astronomy, English, and a PE class. Doesn't seem like a lot but majority of the units are between 4-5 so that's a handful!
Smooches!
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Ambrosia Salad
Haven't made one in a long time. Talk about sweet tooth cravings.
All you need:
XoXo-Lucy
All you need:
- Canned peaches
- Canned fruit
- small marshmallows
- cool-whip
- shredded coconut
XoXo-Lucy
Friday, September 6, 2013
Ready for Fall
Ok, so my favorite season is coming up and I'm eager to try some outfits I'd probably never wear in high school (hence I didn't care so much for fashion like I do now)
I've always been terrible at combining clothes together, but lately I've been obsessing over the whole feminine attire appeal.
I bought this skirt online from American Apparel. Pretty cheap and as you can see I barely received it on the mail today, excuse the wrinkles for I still need to iron the skirt, and it fits well in the waist.
Mustn't forget the shoes. Any flats will do for this outfit. Preferably not a neutral color to the skirt, especially since you have to remember that you're wearing stockings that are also black. These flats add a touch of feminism with the classic oversized bow in the front.
As for the scarf, it adds a nicely done prop to the entire outfit. After all, the season is Fall. Why not stay warm as well?
Kisses :*
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Beauty & Weight
Most girls won't dare tell people how much they weigh. Most won't even walk out their house without makeup on.
People ask me whether I wear makeup or not. Answer is no. But I'm not going to lie, I have tried it on for prom. I didn't like it. My face felt really heavy and I looked like a clown. Went home and took it all off. I technically wasn't allowed to wear makeup during middle school. My mom told me I was too young for it and I should wait, never really gave me the green light on it though. Perhaps because after years passed and I was old enough, I simply never bothered with makeup. Nonetheless, I don't know how to apply it either. My face, however, does feel and look young. Which can be bothersome to me. As a result, people mistake me for being 12. Such a pet peeve. In these cases I have wished I'd put on makeup to at least look like my age or older, like my friends. I get that so many times at work, asking, "how old are you? you look really young" I simply reply "I'm 18 and in college. Receipt in the bag ok?". As you can see it does bother me because I've been told this over 50 times. This doesn't give me the motivation to start wearing makeup, just a frustration I'd like to subside over time. I'm perfectly content not wearing makeup for I know my face is too sensitive now to be applying all the cosmetics. The only cosmetic I would ever use, promptly cause I find it to be the easiest, is mascara. The effect on my eyelashes does look nice but I never exceed on it and make them look like spider web lashes. I just find it funny when girls take hours to look pretty and I just wake up and won't bother to comb my hair and go on with my day. Just don't drown yourself in makeup. Especially if you do it everyday. What a hassle it must be to take it off every night.
As for weight, I can happily say that I'm 133 pounds. Honestly, it's just a number to me and I hardly care if people weigh less than me. Sure, some people are just naturally skinny, like a few of my friends, or some have extreme diets, but we're all different. I'm pleased with my body, even though it took me a while to accept it, but I did. My hips naturally pop out, making my appearance curvy even for my small frame. Don't have the biggest breasts and a six pack but it's who I am and being confident about it is what makes me happy. I stay healthy, don't drink soda, eat protein, fruits, workout daily, and yes every now and then I indulge my sweet tooth cravings. I can't stress the importance to girls that weight is just a number and to be happy how you are. And if you're not, I'm not going to say "oh well it's ok. If you don't like it, then do something about it and start exercising to you can at least be happy with your body. Cause God knows how many times I've heard girls ramble and complain about their weight. Even more annoying if they're physically skinnier than me.
XoXo-Lucy
People ask me whether I wear makeup or not. Answer is no. But I'm not going to lie, I have tried it on for prom. I didn't like it. My face felt really heavy and I looked like a clown. Went home and took it all off. I technically wasn't allowed to wear makeup during middle school. My mom told me I was too young for it and I should wait, never really gave me the green light on it though. Perhaps because after years passed and I was old enough, I simply never bothered with makeup. Nonetheless, I don't know how to apply it either. My face, however, does feel and look young. Which can be bothersome to me. As a result, people mistake me for being 12. Such a pet peeve. In these cases I have wished I'd put on makeup to at least look like my age or older, like my friends. I get that so many times at work, asking, "how old are you? you look really young" I simply reply "I'm 18 and in college. Receipt in the bag ok?". As you can see it does bother me because I've been told this over 50 times. This doesn't give me the motivation to start wearing makeup, just a frustration I'd like to subside over time. I'm perfectly content not wearing makeup for I know my face is too sensitive now to be applying all the cosmetics. The only cosmetic I would ever use, promptly cause I find it to be the easiest, is mascara. The effect on my eyelashes does look nice but I never exceed on it and make them look like spider web lashes. I just find it funny when girls take hours to look pretty and I just wake up and won't bother to comb my hair and go on with my day. Just don't drown yourself in makeup. Especially if you do it everyday. What a hassle it must be to take it off every night.
As for weight, I can happily say that I'm 133 pounds. Honestly, it's just a number to me and I hardly care if people weigh less than me. Sure, some people are just naturally skinny, like a few of my friends, or some have extreme diets, but we're all different. I'm pleased with my body, even though it took me a while to accept it, but I did. My hips naturally pop out, making my appearance curvy even for my small frame. Don't have the biggest breasts and a six pack but it's who I am and being confident about it is what makes me happy. I stay healthy, don't drink soda, eat protein, fruits, workout daily, and yes every now and then I indulge my sweet tooth cravings. I can't stress the importance to girls that weight is just a number and to be happy how you are. And if you're not, I'm not going to say "oh well it's ok. If you don't like it, then do something about it and start exercising to you can at least be happy with your body. Cause God knows how many times I've heard girls ramble and complain about their weight. Even more annoying if they're physically skinnier than me.
XoXo-Lucy
Godric
Well, as said in the previous post, I've been catching up on the past seasons from True Blood. To say the least I actually started watching the show during season 4. And of course following up with season 5 and 6. One thing I'd like to point out is a character in the show, a 2,000 year old vampire, named Godric. Whom happens to be Eric's maker, along with Nora. Well. Ok. I didn't know who he was since he appeared as a subconscious to both Eric and Nora, asking my brother since he knew a lot more of the show than I did. He stated that he was a powerful vampire that committed suicide and he made Eric into a vampire.
-The necklace tattoo is traditionally a symbol of protection in many Anglo-Saxon cultures. It's generally given to those who are higher-ranking in the given society, including chiefs, hunters, and warriors
-The tattoo on his left arm is an ancient Gallish symbol for water
-The spine looks like a sea serpent, representing death and rebirth the brand in his shoulder appears to suggest that he was a slave before he was turned
A vampire committing suicide? Sounds intriguing. And so I felt like watching the first 3 seasons from the get go. He only appeared a little after a few episodes in season 2 and to say the least he's my favorite vampire character. And the only vampire that was "human" so to speak, or felt the need to co exist with the human race rather than be the stereotypical vampire, which was a flesh eating, sadistic vampire. Did my research like any fangirl would lol and found out that Godric's early childhood and teen years were filled with being a slave, later to find himself to a vampire. Godric's maker was a child molester and abused Godric until he turned him into a vampire at the age of 16. His maker taught him all that he could until Godric was able to fend for himself. Later to result in Godric killing his own maker (which is rare in True Blood for makers and their progenies are united). Well, anyways, Godric managed to be the only vampire to break free and kill his own maker. What I really love about him is how magical he is. Sounds cheesy. His bloodline consisted in his first progeny, Eric, then Nora. Eric of course made his own, Pam, and Pam made Tara. Eric couldn't stress the importance to Pam on making a vampire herself if he were to die. Because the blood twines to Godric in the end. And of course, Godric killing himself, there wouldn't be a bloodline if Eric or Pam didn't make their own vampires.
Godric's tattoos are very symbolic.
-The necklace tattoo is traditionally a symbol of protection in many Anglo-Saxon cultures. It's generally given to those who are higher-ranking in the given society, including chiefs, hunters, and warriors
-The tattoo on his left arm is an ancient Gallish symbol for water
-The spine looks like a sea serpent, representing death and rebirth the brand in his shoulder appears to suggest that he was a slave before he was turned
Godric ultimately wanted to die, probably because he was depressed or he finally redeemed himself from all the fatalities he was caused in his 2,000 years and now knew the meaning of life. On his last moments, he has an amazing conversation with Sookie regarding love, God, forgiveness, and fear. Godric is almost appalled that Sookie starts to mourn over him before the sun rising, finding great solace. I could literally feel Godric being repentant of his crimes against human actions and he is now full of goodness.
On that note, he doesn't burn like any other vampire. All vampires in the show burn and get crispy and then turn into a huge fire ball. Godric, on the other hand, burned this beautiful blue flame and then disintegrated. His face did not appear that he was in pain but of a relaxed, calm one. I took note of this and thought that perhaps this was because he was so good, like an angel, and his death was peaceful and beautiful. He did state to Sookie before meeting the sun that he was full of joy.
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