I love to write

Books, GGS

2007-09-28T02:21:00.000-07:00

Books have always fascinated me. Since we were kids, everybody told us we should always read, since books educate you. I suppose back then I didn’t quite understand how they educate us. I read because it was a diversion for me.
I just finished a book by Jared Diamond. Guns, Germs and Steel captured my heart so easily and made me fall in love with books again. Besides the answers about human history questions, it provided me with general knowledge about geography and history. When I was younger, I used to be a geography and history freak, teaching myself what the important dates and places are. But somehow, I always forgot that knowledge. But wit this book, there’s no way I’ll forget… just because those names and dates became a part of my understanding of the concept of the book. So I had no choice: either to memorize that info by chance, or end the book without getting its core message. I must’ve done the first. Yay for me!! Now it’s moving to another target.

Boohoo

2007-06-21T12:50:00.000-07:00

It seems that the older I get, the less things I have to do. Well, that's not completely true. It's just that I've been so lame the past year or so that if I don't have an immediate fun thing to do, I don't have anything. When I was younger, I had my days full of things to do in case I get bored. Now even the idea of putting a list is driving me crazy. Maybe it's summer that's why. Plus, the present security issues and terrorist scares. We can't go out like we used to, so we're stuck at home.

My song to my rescue

2007-02-27T11:48:00.000-08:00

Who would have ever thought that my own song would save me one day. A few years ago, I started a weird habit. That of writing songs. Just lyrics, of course, cause I’m the farthest a human being can get from tunes. I started writing whenever I felt like it. I didn’t push myself or make it a chore, as I was in the habit of doing to every other hobby I had. Somehow I’ve managed to write some 10 songs. I laugh at them every time I read them. I’m also too embarrassed to show them to anybody. They’re my little secret.
Today though, that changed. Kind of. One of them gave me the answer I’ve been looking for. I wanted to know how to get myself to dream again. Between my bitterness at the way my journey ended in the US and the war in Lebanon, my dreams vanished. And I found myself disgruntled the whole time, never enjoying any blessing. Now I know why. It’s because I didn’t see anything as part of the big picture, just because there was no big picture. Well, I decided I’ve been like this for too long and that I’ve had enough of my terrible mood swings. So I wanted that big picture again, and most definitely, I wanted those small mishaps that make the big picture beautiful. Well, it seems that a while back I had written a song about dreaming, and how to do it. Perfect. Exactly what I needed.
Now it’s time to start dreaming again. But first, I have to memorize my song!

The Games... AGNS ck

2006-12-25T09:14:00.000-08:00

I haven't forgotten about my blog. I just haven't had much to say lately. Too much to think about, but not much to share with blogosphere. I was in Qatar for a month to be part of the Asian Games News Service. It was a memorable experience, as most would agree, but maybe for the wrong reasons, at least for me. At first, the Games were the most horrible experience in my professional career. Too much jealousy and unprofessional behavior. But then, we worked around everything that bothered us, and made the best of our time. We had fun, we laughed like crazy, and made great new friendships.
There are some bad memories that stuck with me and I cannot shake them off. I still wonder how can some people brag about being out there for 15 or 20 years, and still lack the minimum professionalism or temawork attitude to be sucessful in life? It puzzles me that some folks are not even aware that these are chracteristics they need to have to be decent people! Definitely their loss!

Nostalgia

2006-10-12T10:53:00.000-07:00

I hate it when days fly by fast. I cannot believe I've been here for 6 months. Sometimes it feels I've been here forever. But at the same time, I remember the US so well. I remember every single detail about my life there. I can even imagine myself coming home from work, dining with friends, or getting frsutrated at having nothing important to do. I remember the couch at home, the coffeeshop, my vehicle, my phone, TV, and everything else. Stupid or meaningful, I remember it all! I guess it's just a simple case of nostalgia!

Life-changing cases

2006-09-23T12:04:00.000-07:00

I was asking myself if it is at all possible that one thing can change a person forever. I have many of those "one things," but it scares me to know that who I am today is a result of a certain "one thing" here and there.
Take school for example. Almost everybody who knows me well knows that I fell in love with 3 classes at LSU. Each one of them was greatly helpful. But only one changed me totally. That one was the dean's class. I learned things in that class that changed my writing style radically. Of course I still write with my own style, but the things that he taught us made such a deep impact on me that I still remember and use each one of his tips. And I think, I will continue to do so forever.

Still asking... still waiting!

2006-09-12T12:10:00.000-07:00

In my August post I asked, "where is my goodbye?" Twenty-five days later, I am still asking and still waiting for an answer. From war day one, I believed the war will not accomplish anything. The proof is life in Lebanon today. The political leaders still hate each other and they still cannot reach a concensus about how to live together in peace.
During the war, I wrote an article for Valley Life, an Italian magazine in the Tuscany region. I was living the ugliness of war, I was depressed and upset, so naturally, I wasn't going to write my best article ever. I sent it though, pretty convinced that it was the best I could do then. But now, I look at at and I don't like it. It is too sad, too bitter, too bleak. Not a single word of hope. I feel ashamed now. Not for writing the article that way, but for feeling that way. The article feels like the end of the world. In my defence though, it did feel like the end of the world. It felt as if I'm never going to enjoy a good night's sleep. But still, I should have been optimistic that "this too, shall end" (as said in My Best Friend's Wedding). I have a personal history of optimism, determination, perseverance, and pure stubborness to go on. They all disappeared in the war. I was left with pessimism, anger, and hatred. I will never ever be proud of those war days. They will always stand as the some of the worst in my entire life.

My blogger-ness

2006-09-07T15:25:00.000-07:00

This seemed like fun. I saw it on Raluca's page, so I did my own test. I don't know if I agree with it, but it's a quite good assessment based on a couple of questions.

Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate

You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.

You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.

You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!

A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

Where's my goodbye?

2006-08-18T12:17:00.000-07:00

The war came and left without a proper goodbye. I'm mad, because I deserve an apology from all those who ruined my future, those who started the war, and those who ended it. They took their time in killing our self-esteem, but were in a hurry to stop the war without achieving anything. Nothing at all. Neither sides achieved anything. This is so ridiculous. I don't understand how war mongers live. What goes on in their head? They're ok with killing or causing the killing of thousands just to defend their stubborn ideology? How can that make sense? They say they're doing this for Lebanon, for our dignity. What dignity? Whose dignity? Of the streets? Because, as much as I know, nobody is left in Lebanon. It seems they're fighting for the dignity of the Lebanese cement and gravel.
Anyway, all I know is that the war came, ruined everything, then left goalless. Isn't it our right, after all we went through, to have a synopsis of the war? Or something like a summary of why we were put through this nightmare? I'm done living for others. My life is priceless, my future is important, and I simply refuse to let anybody take them away from me.
SHAME ON THEM ALL for having the guts to watch people die while they blindly defend their goals.

Beirut!

2006-08-09T08:03:00.000-07:00

Has a single word ever meant so much to you? A word that carries a certain weight and that stirs up emotions in you? I have mine, and it's BEIRUT. I love that word, and I cannot explain why. I am not being emotional just because we are in a war. I've always felt like this about Beirut... mostly, when I was in the States. To the question "Where are you from," I've answered "Beirut" much more than I've answered "Lebanon." They're both true, of course, but I relate more to Beirut than I do Lebanon. Whenever I say it, or read it somewhere, it doesn't seem like a mere word to me. "Beirut" is always smiling, and somehow fruity to me. Needless to say, I adore the songs about Beirut, how pretty it is and how majestic. My favorite is one special song that calls Beirut, ya set el dunia, which literally means "the world's ma'am!" The phrase sounds much sweeter though said in Arabic than in English.

Goodbye Dr. Tim

2006-08-08T10:04:00.000-07:00

Being in a war is not the worst thing that can happen right now. I heard very bad news today about my professor. Dr. Tim Cook passed away :( He is one of my very few favorites! He was the main reason I got my master's degree. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have passed because I wouldn't have known what I need to do. He was a great thesis chair, a wonderful professor, and a real funny person. I will miss him!

War TV mania

2006-08-04T08:20:00.000-07:00

One of the worst things about disasters, natural or man-made, is being absorbed into the TV set. I’ve watched the news in the past 23 days of the war more than I have my entire life. But now I am trying to abstain from watching the news, because all it does is upset me. I still have to figure out a way to do it though. Last night, I woke up to the sound of a big blast. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but I heard a few more later. My hand automatically went to the remote control. I switched on the TV to find out where the bombs fell. It was 4:25 a.m. See, even in my sleep, my first reaction is turning on the news. The only thing I can stand watching is what got destroyed, how many died and the like. Strict reporting. Even reporters though get on my nerves when they start analyzing the facts. We got enough politicians and political writers analyze the war already, that I really do not wish to hear the reporters’ analysis too. And besides, even those politicians don’t say much. If they say something that goes along my views about the war, then I’m happy. If their opinion is against mine, I get mad. Both ways though, it doesn’t change anything about the war. We’re still scared, we’re still being bombed, so what does it matter what experts say in the media. It just arouses the public’s emotions, those of hatred and love.

This is the Lebanon that I know!

2006-07-30T14:08:00.000-07:00

Photos courtesy of Steve Kozman.

:(

2006-07-18T13:17:00.000-07:00

I hate the war! This is no way to live!

My story with "the standards"

2006-07-07T12:08:00.000-07:00

Oh wow, it's been so long. I got a few things to say, maybe not very interesting, but quite baffling. At least I can guarantee that!
Some of those closest to me have, at occasions, have accused me of living in lala land, you know, the "peaches and cream" type of life. They could be right, but I don't care. That's not the point. The point is that I always wanted more from life, and I always naively believed that the world is good.
I discovered a long time ago that the good guy doesn't always win. Actually, it hardly does.
I'm 28 now, and I've had my share of disgruntlement with life and the fakeness in it. But nothing was more shocking to me than what I am about to tell you. Most of you might have gone through something similar a long time ago, but this was a first to me. I got turned down because I'm too good. How ironic is that?!
There's this huge store in Lebanon called Aishti. You need a few thousands bucks to get in there, simply because they don't sell anything cheaper. They have most of the biggest brands in the world, like YSL, Fendi, Prada, D&G, etc. Apparently, they have a magazine. Someone told me I should apply. I said, "Sure, what the heck!" So I contact the editor-in-chief and I go see him. I'll skip the boring details to the part where he likes a certain idea of mine and wants me to write about it. He wanted to know where I'm going with the article, what I'm trying to get at. I told him it will be about "Golf and Public Opinion in Lebanon." But before I go into that, I need to tell you that he said I could write about anything, as long as it is upscale. That’s why he liked my golf idea.
Well, the few times he and I talked, some 6 or 7 times, he kept mentioning Aishti Magazine standards. Everything was about those standards. That those standards are the most important. That he cannot accept my article if it doesn’t meet the standards. My head full of the standards, I got to writing. I spent on that 750-word article more time and energy than I have on any other article I’ve ever written. Of course, his words about standards kept echoing in my mind and kept me going. I knew that if I put effort in it, I would meet the standards, and I would get my fat check (they do pay pretty well!). Anyway, I send him the article that I’m so proud of it. He emails me to apologize that he cannot accept it because it doesn’t meet the standards. What is he talking about? How could it not meet the standards? He said it’s too well-researched and well-written for his audience. His readers want something entertaining, not something that makes sense and could teach them one thing about life outside of Gucci sunglasses and Dior pants! Of course, he didn’t say it like that. What he said was that my article was extremely good, very well-written, but his magazine cannot publish it because of the readers.
I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. I mean, I wanted the money! But apart from that, it was one of my most embarrassing moments. Everybody is laughing about it, I am too, but deep down I still cannot believe an editor-in-chief turns my article down because it is above the understanding and capability of his readers.
Needless to say I learned a lot from this. I know, as a journalist, I should change my writing style to fit the publication. And I can. But one thing I cannot do is be silly and superficial when I have a chance to be intellectual and deep.
I hope you all had a good laugh at this. Cause that’s what it deserves. Some serious laughter. I mean, superficial laughter!

Bad Boy?

2006-05-08T07:07:00.000-07:00

So Phil Helmuth made FoxSports.com's top ten list of "Sports' Biggest Villains." I don't quite agree with the nomination. I just cannot see him as a villain. If he has to make any list at all, it should be "Sports' Biggest Cry-Babies." I bet he can get the number one spot!

People, I miss you!

2006-05-04T11:21:00.000-07:00

I know it’s only been a month since I left BR, but I miss it already. It was my home for the past three years. I thought and acted as if it was going to be my permanent home, until I find another one.
I miss it so much that I catch myself looking at pictures in a totally different way. Now I pay attention to the tiniest details, such as tables, and walls, and couches. And I feel I should be there, touching those things.
Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision. It felt right at the time. It felt like the wisest decision I could take. I did have other options, but none were as “right” as the decision to leave my dream unfinished and come home to try once again.
But anyway, I just wanted to say I miss you all.

Statistics

2006-04-27T11:29:00.000-07:00

I found these interesting statistics about graduates in communication.
http://www.natcom.org/nca/Template1.asp?bid=352

Interviews

2006-04-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

My friend Eric sent me an email asking if I've googled myself lately. I haven't, so I did to find out if there's anything out. I had googled my name a long time ago when they first constructed the site. I didn't find anything. A little disappointing, but that's about it. Now, a few years later, I tried again. This time, it was a little different. They have some stuff I did in school. They also had a quote I made for a weekly magazine in Baton Rouge. I had completely forgotten about that. Then I remembered my big disappointment!
In my first year of school, I took an undergraduate class about minorities and news. I must have expressed my opinion about racial matters in one of the sessions, because a girl in that class asked if she could interview me for a piece she is writing. She asked simple questions. I gave her simple answers. Then I found out that she had misquoted me. Ugh, I hate that! It really is easy to write what someone else said. Why do some feel the need to twist the truth?
I've worked in media for close to nine years. I was the one interviewing always. One thing I always made sure is I understand what people say and just say it. It gets a little more challenging if you interview in one language, then write in another. This girl asked her questions in English, got her answers in English, wrote her story in English. But, somehow, she managed to misquote me! It's pretty annoying, I can tell you that much!
Journalists (including myself), please be careful. You are somebody else's voice. Make sure you speak gracefully.

Finally!

2006-04-22T05:39:00.000-07:00

The chef has started cooking on his show. Hallellujah!

Information as a commodity

2006-04-20T13:00:00.000-07:00

I am not an expert in technology. I do not use the latest technological inventions, but I enjoy what technology has made possible, mostly the spread of information. For me, that is a valuable commodity. There are very simple steps people can take to lead them to great solutions. Why some do not think about them is beyond me. Simple steps, not rocket science.
I am looking at the TV set right now, it’s a cooking show. The chef sits in front of the camera and talks to it. Behind him there is a kitchen with nothing in it. The counter is clean and empty. Not a single appliance. This is supposed to be a cooking show, but he doesn’t cook. All he does is answer phone calls. Callers ask for recipes, which the chef gives out. Now, why on earth, would you need a cooking show for recipes? Wouldn’t it be easier to just put them up on a cooking Web site for example? Or if you are going to have your cooking show, then at least cook. I even doubt the show has a producer or a director. From what I can see, this show needs the chef who gets all the recipes himself, one still camera without a cameraman, a sound technician for potential problems… and that’s all. This is just one show. There are several others, and none have their recipes online. We don’t have a DVR at home, so we cannot rewind TV. If you miss one ingredient, you miss the whole recipe. If they put them online, they can guarantee a lot of visitors to their page, hence, good advertising, and finally, good money.
My point is that information should be more readily available to the public. I don’t think that in this age of technological developments, a person should suffer to get something as simple as information!

Reflections

2006-04-17T09:00:00.000-07:00

Sorry guys. Especially you, Manoraf. I started writing for my blog, but it came out too long (and I’m not even done writing). So now, instead of posting it here, I think it’s wiser to leave it as a chapter of the book I intend to write.
However, since I’m here, let me tell you a few things.
I am now in my home country, Lebanon. I’ve been here for two weeks. And I am a little confused about my feelings. It’s a little tough to put in words. This is a place I’ve lived in most of my life. I know it very well. I am used to it. I have most of my memories in it. But I do not feel any connection to it. No emotional bonding. There have never been any emotions to tie me to this place. I am not too happy with that, but it is true, and denying it is impossible.
I am not fond of the infrastructure, the streets, the buildings, etc., but I love the people here. It is really a very special place in that sense. The people here make Lebanon so much prettier and more valuable than it really is. Of course I am not talking about shop keepers and people walking in the streets. I am talking about personal acqaintances. I enjoyed meeting everybody I know, even my manicurist. The sense of community in Lebanon is best to nothing. And it is what I missed so much when I was in the US. Life felt almost not worth anything without people to share it with. People there were preoccupied with their own lives. Lebanese people too have their own lives. And trust me, it is tougher than the American life. But somehow, there is this understanding that friends brighten things up. No matter how busy you are, you always find time to enjoy yourself. I missed that in the US. Whether the problem was in me or not, I just didn’t have that kind of life. I could name a few people in Baton Rouge who chipped in to give life some meaning, but they are no more than five. Even less. Maybe it was meant to be like that.

New ventures

2006-02-07T09:14:00.000-08:00

I used to feel bad about jumping from one thing to another, now I don't. I look at it as a new venture, a way to broaden my horizons.
Lately, I have been involved in writing and reading. I applied for a local job writing for a good publication. It has been two weeks and I have been busy reading all their previous issues and writing a piece of my own. It felt good to get back. Even if it was a mock article.
At the same time, after talking to a couple of friends, Shenid and Raluca, I started writing what will be a long article about the struggle of a foreigner in USA. It is not a new idea, but anyone can give it a different flavor. I think I will call it "Small fish, big pond... whatever!" Because, seriously, when people start giving me "the big fish in a small pond, small fish in the ocean" analogy, I cringe. And all I can think of is "whatever!"
One last project I took on, one that my take a lifetime to complete, is the story of my life. Somehow. Mainly, I would want to turn it into a book and keep it to my myself. I am not that vain to think that people would want to read the story of my life. Besides, there's nothing wrong with constantly thinking and writing your thoughts down. This is all it is. Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts. About everything. At least it is making me happy!

This is for the ladies

2006-01-16T14:00:00.000-08:00

Not to scare the men away, but I think you guys are better off not reading this. It's pretty girlish!
So ladies, have you ever felt that you have so much stuff to do around the house that it's going to take forever to finish? That in itself will not get you started. Sometimes you feel that you need a short holiday to do that. Well, I've done just that. I took a holiday, and I finished my domestic chores. And oh, it feels good. I just wish I had a glass of wine to finish it with while I watch the Food Network. The apartment is spotless, everything is in place, I even got to take care of things that I've been putting off for a while.
By the way, the reason I warned men off, is because I know men will never ever have that guilt feeling that we women have if we don't finish taking care of home business!
Later,
C

Oops!

2006-01-04T17:02:00.000-08:00

Shame overcame me that I can hardly talk! This is embarrassing. Every time I promise to write, I don't. So next time, I just won't make any promises. I've really been busy with Christmas and all. I also started working out (yippee). Between work and the gym and looking for a permanent job, I hardly have time to do anything.
Christmas and New Year's Even were different than my last four ones. The past four years, I've had my Christmas and New Year's Eve in a different place. I know the holidays are all about traditions, but honestly, I like it this way. Experiencing a new twist to anything is great for me, and the holidays are no different. One thing I regret though is not seeing my lovely family. I just wish we were together for Christmas. But I had a great time here too. I got a lot of presents, I am thankful for that :) Most of them were exactly what I wanted.
If you celebrate Christmas on the 6th of January, then enjoy it! God bless you all!

Don't blame it on the holidays

2005-12-18T16:10:00.000-08:00

So I've been out for a while... haven't touched my blog for 18 days. I'm not too proud about that, but hey, the holidays are here and I've been shopping a lot. I have to admit though... I'm a lousy shopper. It took me two weeks to buy Christmas presents for a few people, while it takes others two hours to buy presents. Shopping, traffic, work... you know, they take much of my time. Nevertheless, it's really not the holidays that have kept me away from writing. I've just been too lazy to write. So maybe, just maybe, I should go back to being an "e-mailer." Someone (I'm not mentioning your name to protect your identity) told me that he would have been a shame to bloggers had he joined in, so he should remain as a modest e-mailer. I'm trying to decide if I should adopt the same mentality. I think not, I'll just give it one more try. It's worth it. Always fun to write.
My days are still busy, but I will be back before Christmas. I've got a few things to share with you all. Until then, have a safe flight, a good evening, and a nice day! Choose what applies ;)

Now... another!

2005-12-01T16:50:00.000-08:00

Along with my writing revival, came another one. That of reading. I have always been an avid reader, ever since I was young. However, for the last few months, I am ashamed to admit, I hardly read anything. Besides all the emotional ups-and-downs, I just could not commit to one book and finish it. I tried rereading my favorite all-times, some Jane Austen material, some Wuthering Heights, Huck Finn, but I found them bland and missing the kick that captured my attention the first time. Over the summer, I had lost my love of reading. But before I go to my present state, let me reminisce about the best memories ever... my sisters and I reading on the couch. We weren’t one of those kids who were born with a book, but we developed the love of reading pretty soon. One memory that will stick in my mind forever is that of one special book, Al Mir’aat Al Sehriyya (Arabic for The Magic Mirror). My little sister Jimmy loved it so much that she made me read it to her, I would say, 10 times back-to-back. Everyday. And it was a pretty long book. Serious reading though started in our early teenage years when we spent all of our summers laying on the couch and reading… from love stories to adventure stories, and later, Shakespeare and hard-core English literature. Our favorite, of course, Pride and Prejudice. I think we know all the famous sentences in that book by heart. I loved novels and nothing else until graduate school. In the past two years, I switched my attention to academic books, those that explain how and why things happen. My preference? Anything media-related. Long story short, I am reading again. Raluca was so kind to lend me Hamilton’s (our dean) Casanova Was a Book Lover. I’m in the first chapter, so there isn’t much to say, but I like it so far. I know this is a book I cannot wait to finish.
First writing, then reading... I wonder what’s next!

No cliche

2005-11-30T19:09:00.000-08:00

Never has the phrase “caged bird” meant more to me than this moment. Never has writing been more important to my virtual freedom than today.
Being in a foreign land, struggling with foreign culture, and being reminded everyday of the fact that I might not belong here, writing has become my way out. Literally, I feel that I can breathe again. When I feel suffocated, I grab the laptop and start writing.
There are a few things around us that offer the best and the cheapest way of escape from life. Cameras, computers, microphones, just to name a few, are all great opportunities for us to assume a different (and outside) role than the one we play as human beings who are part of our surroundings. When you grab that camera, and look through that lens, it almost transforms you into another being. Microphones, video cameras, writing… all make us breathe freely while we look at life from another outlet. The girl from the Blaire Witch Project was taping all that was happening as a form of escape. Her lens gave her the courage to be in the middle of the craziness without feeling the fear. I am the same way. I use this blog to escape from the life I live now and assume the role of the writer I’ve always been. I do not pretend to be someone else, I just long for those days when I wrote for a living. I enjoyed it, I loved it, and I did it from the bottom of my heart because it set me free. Most of you non-writers will see this as the biggest cliché ever, but I am hoping writers will understand. If you are passionate about writing, then there’s no mistaking, it sets you free. Not a cliché, but an absolute truth. Without writing, I feel like a caged bird.

My picture

2005-11-23T12:57:00.000-08:00

This is me. My brother took it a couple of years ago, but I still look the same. It was one of those times when he had his camera in his hand, and he kept clicking and clicking and clicking. You get excited thinking he's taking some great pictures of you. But then, when the photo comes out, you see a part of your nose, your mole maybe, a hair in your eyebrow, etc :) He loves close-ups. I'm lucky this photo is an actual face with everything in it. I always teased him about that, but he's a great photographer.

Credits

2005-11-23T12:49:00.000-08:00

Silly me forgot! The reason, the one and only reason, I started this blog is because of a great and sweet person. She kept encouraging me to do it until I finally did it! Everybody... behold... the wonderful Raluca! Thanks Luca :)

Thanksgiving memories

2005-11-23T11:58:00.000-08:00

I am getting ready for Thanksgiving, something I am not used to. Where I'm from, Lebanon, we don't celebrate Thanksgiving. I've only been in the States for a little over two years, and I can honestly say that American families have embraced me quite well for their special holiday traditions. My first one (when I didn't know the difference between a casserole and stuffing), I was invited to one of my very first and very good friends from LSU, Desiree. I met her during my first weeks of graduate school. I had a great week there. We were looking forward to it for a long time, so I couldn't wait to be done with that horrible Research Methods class that I had. That professor just didn't like me. I cared less, cause I didn't like him either. I thought he was a bad bad bad teacher. A good researcher, but a bad teacher. Anyway, that first Thanksgiving holiday week was great. I felt loved again. I was missing my family so bad, that at times, I thought I couldn't take it anymore. Desi's family was there for me and made my first Thanksgiving ever a memorable experience.
The second one was alright. The thought behind it was really nice, so that's all that mattered. A family I became friends with was out of town for Thanksgiving, so they wanted me to go to their friends' house. It was thoughtful of them not to want me to be alone.
I cannot predict what would happen this year, but I'm sure it'll be great.

Welcome

2005-11-17T20:51:00.000-08:00

I'm new to this, so please be patient if you don't find something interesting to read. As you all know, I love to write. The best way I can express myself is throught words. And what better way to write and receive comments than a blog.