oh! funny- my mom left an online comment on my first article ( i know i know, how cute right) and it was so..motherly =). She is so strange but I love her for that, and I attribute all my quirks to the wonderful woman I call madre.
"Carmella B. Buquid, Unregistered
Great article !!! Are you now officially working for The Guardian? Are you going to have an article published regularly from now on? Do you choose the topic to write about, or is the topic assigned to you? Anyway, I am sure you already know this ... you write extremely well. Keep up the great work !!!"
haha. I love that she always signs with her middle initial, even in an informal online comment. I think it's her version of feminism, keeping her middle B and all. I really miss home because it was such a damn adventure everyday. My family was amazingly unpredictable. From the hermit sister whom I adore, to the eccentric attention seeking mid life crisis mother, add in the the aunt with a boob job working as a Hollywood extra, and then the obnoxious korean "half brother"...I really can't think of a more motley crew. My desire to write comes from me realizing how completely insane the first part of my life was, and how I can't ever forget how hilarious every ironic moment was.
I'm way amped about the shit I'm involved in now. I really want to do a dance team though, but I'm scared of the repercussions and spreading myself too thin. Again. You'd swear I'd have learned.
I'm studying the middle east and still don't know much about the details. I find it so damn interesting though, but never really knew how to jump into it. Up until I took this class I've been the standard American in the dark about war, WMD's, foreign policy with Iran, blah blah. And I'm still the standard American in the dark, but I'm really trying. It's not absorbing, and everything is so complex over there. I want to go there and figure things out first hand. I'm reading Who Killed Daniel Pearl? and it's further solidifying my desire to be a journalist, and moreso, a journalist in a crisis region. There's a reason I want to explore every chance I get, and there's a reason I've never been fully convinced of any truth. It's because I need to discover it on my own, not take anyone else's truth for truth. I can't suppress this "itch" with a 9 to 5.
I will travel the world. I know it. I've known it since I was 7 and made it a point to get lost at every single supermarket, mall, retail area i went to. I've known it since I snuck out of my house every night in high school, not to drink, or get high, but to explore unchartered territory. I've known it since every beatnik cliche touches me, no matter how many times I hear it. I just, know. and now I have to figure out how to get by in a capitalist world, with this highly romantic-bohemian-whatever view of how life should be lived.
Sidenote: I enjoy getting drunk and flowing "emo" style. I enjoy music when I'm inebriated, and learning cheesy adam sandler songs that I hate listening to but love hearing myself play. I do not enjoy captain crunch shakes @ Carl's Jr. because they are nasty. But I do enjoy khaki colored chili cheese fries. when high. I have a secret vendetta against blockbuster for having the earliest closing time I've ever heard of. But a bigger bone to pick with those stupid redboxes that will monopolize and modernize the video store industry I've loved since I was a child. I enjoy running meetings, though don't know how many more I'll be able to be involved in before I graduate (I think i'm doing a meeting binge these days). I loathe my trashy apartment, but can't bring myself to clean it due to my busy life (or inherent laziness). I want a guitar, and talent. the end
haha. I love that she always signs with her middle initial, even in an informal online comment. I think it's her version of feminism, keeping her middle B and all. I really miss home because it was such a damn adventure everyday. My family was amazingly unpredictable. From the hermit sister whom I adore, to the eccentric attention seeking mid life crisis mother, add in the the aunt with a boob job working as a Hollywood extra, and then the obnoxious korean "half brother"...I really can't think of a more motley crew. My desire to write comes from me realizing how completely insane the first part of my life was, and how I can't ever forget how hilarious every ironic moment was.
I'm way amped about the shit I'm involved in now. I really want to do a dance team though, but I'm scared of the repercussions and spreading myself too thin. Again. You'd swear I'd have learned.
I'm studying the middle east and still don't know much about the details. I find it so damn interesting though, but never really knew how to jump into it. Up until I took this class I've been the standard American in the dark about war, WMD's, foreign policy with Iran, blah blah. And I'm still the standard American in the dark, but I'm really trying. It's not absorbing, and everything is so complex over there. I want to go there and figure things out first hand. I'm reading Who Killed Daniel Pearl? and it's further solidifying my desire to be a journalist, and moreso, a journalist in a crisis region. There's a reason I want to explore every chance I get, and there's a reason I've never been fully convinced of any truth. It's because I need to discover it on my own, not take anyone else's truth for truth. I can't suppress this "itch" with a 9 to 5.
I will travel the world. I know it. I've known it since I was 7 and made it a point to get lost at every single supermarket, mall, retail area i went to. I've known it since I snuck out of my house every night in high school, not to drink, or get high, but to explore unchartered territory. I've known it since every beatnik cliche touches me, no matter how many times I hear it. I just, know. and now I have to figure out how to get by in a capitalist world, with this highly romantic-bohemian-whatever view of how life should be lived.
Sidenote: I enjoy getting drunk and flowing "emo" style. I enjoy music when I'm inebriated, and learning cheesy adam sandler songs that I hate listening to but love hearing myself play. I do not enjoy captain crunch shakes @ Carl's Jr. because they are nasty. But I do enjoy khaki colored chili cheese fries. when high. I have a secret vendetta against blockbuster for having the earliest closing time I've ever heard of. But a bigger bone to pick with those stupid redboxes that will monopolize and modernize the video store industry I've loved since I was a child. I enjoy running meetings, though don't know how many more I'll be able to be involved in before I graduate (I think i'm doing a meeting binge these days). I loathe my trashy apartment, but can't bring myself to clean it due to my busy life (or inherent laziness). I want a guitar, and talent. the end
