1. Hard work does pay off eventually.
I'm getting my BlackBerry soooon!
2. God has listened to my prayers. Harmony between parents at last.
3. Driving a car isn't as hard as it seems.
4. A, Am, B, C, D, Dm, Dsus, E, Em, F, G, Cadd9, Em7 on the guitar.
5. I'll miss my dad.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
36. Trying to make some damn sense.
To succeed, you need focus.
To focus, you need to take things one at a time.
People tend to forget this
Which leads to helpless stress
Yet stress is nothing-
Nothing but a state of mind.
People want
And want
And never stop wanting
When will we stop, relax,
And be happy with what we have?
Erika.
To focus, you need to take things one at a time.
People tend to forget this
Which leads to helpless stress
Yet stress is nothing-
Nothing but a state of mind.
People want
And want
And never stop wanting
When will we stop, relax,
And be happy with what we have?
Erika.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
35. To the others.
Things in life don't always go as you want, or as you expect them to go.
It's not all rainbows and butterflies.
Shit happens.
And you can't choose to live with it or not.
You're forced to.
For the sake of yourself and for the sake of others.
If you don't, you're selfish.
And everything will be alright, as long as we act supportive.
If one struggles, the others go along.
There's no need for anyone to fall down and crash.
I love you.
It's not all rainbows and butterflies.
Shit happens.
And you can't choose to live with it or not.
You're forced to.
For the sake of yourself and for the sake of others.
If you don't, you're selfish.
And everything will be alright, as long as we act supportive.
If one struggles, the others go along.
There's no need for anyone to fall down and crash.
I love you.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
34. Erika Garcia has goals.
Life's so busy right now.
So I was thinking to update this a little, what I've been busy with and such.
For those who care (Hi mom).
Obviously, awfully busy with my profession. Presentations, homework, exams, very important exam next week WAAAH! So it's all a mess, but surprisingly enough it always work out well, even when I think I have no idea what I'm doing, I've been succeeding, biiiitches. Some situations I RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT...affected my schoolwork a little so I had all these assigments to catch up on. Fortunately I've finished them and now I'm equal to everyone else ;D.
Enough about school, what a nerd Erika Garcia.
I've been working. Yeah. That's all I have to say about that department. I'm thinking to switch to something more exciting, honestly, I'm getting bored of working at the supermarket. Howeverrrr, I like the people and it's pretty chill (chill going boring...) plus I get paid and I need the money. So for now, I love you Albert Heijn.
AND NOW TO THE MORE EXCITING NEWS, MY READERS...!!!
I'm going to Lowlands, bitchessss. Finally. I bought my ticket as soon as I could (first day...) because I was afraid I'd wait too long and it would be sold out. 'Naw, that never happens!' a wise voice told me *cough Sarah cough*. Unfortunately a lot of Lowlandslovers won't be able to go to this year: the tickets were sold out in eight fucking days. Un-fucking-believeable. 50000 tickets in 8 days. So, I'm so happy I listened to Naomi and bought them the first day. Sorry for your loss, Lowlandslovers. I truely feel bad for you.
I had this whole discussion with Sarah about the people that are going this year. There were only four bands announced that week and it's already sold out? Are people truly going to Lowlands for the music this year, or will we be surrounded by thirteen year olds that think it's cool to tell the others 'Dude, I'm going to Lowlands this year *hairflip*'? I mean, I would've waited aswell, but seeing as Blink 182 was announced (!!!!!!!!) it was enough reason for me to go. Unless 50000 people thought the same as I...I doubt it.
ANYHOW, it's going to be amazing nevertheless!
This year, I shall go to WARPED TOUR ASWELL! NOTHING WILL STOP ME THIS YEAR.
THE SUN IS SHINING! Okay, I wasn't planning to write anything about the weather, yet as I reached to my sweater two seconds ago, the sunshine hurt my eyes and YESSSS SUNLIGHT! I decided: BYE BYE SWEATERS. SPRING IS COMINGGGG.
Continuing to the relevant stuff...
I'm going to get my license! Whoohoo. I finally started going to driving lessons. My teacher is fucking funny. Gabriel describes him: cheap-lawyer-looking. I didn't know what he meant until I saw him (my bro is having driving lessons from the same guy). And I giggled from the inside. He talks a lot, so there's no one single silent moment in the car. He sings along to every foute-hollandse song (Schatje, mag ik je fotoooo?) And he's a good teacher. So, I'm excited, I'm closer to achieving my goal of...independence. Not only that. ROADTRIP USA BABY. That's what it's all about. I know it's still two years from now, but what's the point of a roadtrip without the road part? Someone's gotta drive. That would be me.
So as you all know already, I started going to dance classes again. Hip Hop Lyricalllll baby. Which was the best decision ever. I didn't realise how much I missed going dancing until I stood there. The people are really cool, everyone does their own thing (unlike other dance schools I've been to). No arrogance and everyone's pretty equal, which is important to develop yourself as a dancer. I wouldn't feel comfortable dancing infront of arrogant people that think they're THE BOMBSHIZZLE. I am the bombshizzle. Losers.
So anywho, my dance teacher has the best ideas and her choreographies are somehow breathtaking. Seriously, I can't help but smile when I see others performing her choreography. Truly AWESOME. And we're doing shows somewhere in May/June!
In April, volounteer work @ Motel Mozaique.
http://www.motelmozaique.nl
Another fact: MASON'S COMING. Say whaaaaaat. How fucking cool is that?!
And oh, just for the records: I'm starting a CD collection (rock music mostly). So if anyone has good ol' 70's rock music they found somewhere in the basement which belonged to your parents, IT'S ALL WELCOME RIGHT HERE BABY. I have a long way to go with this, so helping hands couldn't hurt.
Summer '10, here I come. Preferably with a lot of good music and a carrrrr.
Erika
So I was thinking to update this a little, what I've been busy with and such.
For those who care (Hi mom).
Obviously, awfully busy with my profession. Presentations, homework, exams, very important exam next week WAAAH! So it's all a mess, but surprisingly enough it always work out well, even when I think I have no idea what I'm doing, I've been succeeding, biiiitches. Some situations I RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT...affected my schoolwork a little so I had all these assigments to catch up on. Fortunately I've finished them and now I'm equal to everyone else ;D.
Enough about school, what a nerd Erika Garcia.
I've been working. Yeah. That's all I have to say about that department. I'm thinking to switch to something more exciting, honestly, I'm getting bored of working at the supermarket. Howeverrrr, I like the people and it's pretty chill (chill going boring...) plus I get paid and I need the money. So for now, I love you Albert Heijn.
AND NOW TO THE MORE EXCITING NEWS, MY READERS...!!!
I'm going to Lowlands, bitchessss. Finally. I bought my ticket as soon as I could (first day...) because I was afraid I'd wait too long and it would be sold out. 'Naw, that never happens!' a wise voice told me *cough Sarah cough*. Unfortunately a lot of Lowlandslovers won't be able to go to this year: the tickets were sold out in eight fucking days. Un-fucking-believeable. 50000 tickets in 8 days. So, I'm so happy I listened to Naomi and bought them the first day. Sorry for your loss, Lowlandslovers. I truely feel bad for you.
I had this whole discussion with Sarah about the people that are going this year. There were only four bands announced that week and it's already sold out? Are people truly going to Lowlands for the music this year, or will we be surrounded by thirteen year olds that think it's cool to tell the others 'Dude, I'm going to Lowlands this year *hairflip*'? I mean, I would've waited aswell, but seeing as Blink 182 was announced (!!!!!!!!) it was enough reason for me to go. Unless 50000 people thought the same as I...I doubt it.
ANYHOW, it's going to be amazing nevertheless!
This year, I shall go to WARPED TOUR ASWELL! NOTHING WILL STOP ME THIS YEAR.
THE SUN IS SHINING! Okay, I wasn't planning to write anything about the weather, yet as I reached to my sweater two seconds ago, the sunshine hurt my eyes and YESSSS SUNLIGHT! I decided: BYE BYE SWEATERS. SPRING IS COMINGGGG.
Continuing to the relevant stuff...
I'm going to get my license! Whoohoo. I finally started going to driving lessons. My teacher is fucking funny. Gabriel describes him: cheap-lawyer-looking. I didn't know what he meant until I saw him (my bro is having driving lessons from the same guy). And I giggled from the inside. He talks a lot, so there's no one single silent moment in the car. He sings along to every foute-hollandse song (Schatje, mag ik je fotoooo?) And he's a good teacher. So, I'm excited, I'm closer to achieving my goal of...independence. Not only that. ROADTRIP USA BABY. That's what it's all about. I know it's still two years from now, but what's the point of a roadtrip without the road part? Someone's gotta drive. That would be me.
So as you all know already, I started going to dance classes again. Hip Hop Lyricalllll baby. Which was the best decision ever. I didn't realise how much I missed going dancing until I stood there. The people are really cool, everyone does their own thing (unlike other dance schools I've been to). No arrogance and everyone's pretty equal, which is important to develop yourself as a dancer. I wouldn't feel comfortable dancing infront of arrogant people that think they're THE BOMBSHIZZLE. I am the bombshizzle. Losers.
So anywho, my dance teacher has the best ideas and her choreographies are somehow breathtaking. Seriously, I can't help but smile when I see others performing her choreography. Truly AWESOME. And we're doing shows somewhere in May/June!
In April, volounteer work @ Motel Mozaique.
http://www.motelmozaique.nl
Another fact: MASON'S COMING. Say whaaaaaat. How fucking cool is that?!
And oh, just for the records: I'm starting a CD collection (rock music mostly). So if anyone has good ol' 70's rock music they found somewhere in the basement which belonged to your parents, IT'S ALL WELCOME RIGHT HERE BABY. I have a long way to go with this, so helping hands couldn't hurt.
Summer '10, here I come. Preferably with a lot of good music and a carrrrr.
Erika
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
33. Live.
First, I was dying to finish high school and start college
Then, I was dying to finish college and start working
Then, I was dying to marry and have children
And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough
So I could get back to work
But then I was dying to retire
And now I am dying...
And suddenly I realized
I forgot to live.
To make money, we lose our health
And then we restore our health losing money...
We live as if we're never going to die
And we die as if we have never lived.
Wise words from some old man. Dude, reality check big time.
Then, I was dying to finish college and start working
Then, I was dying to marry and have children
And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough
So I could get back to work
But then I was dying to retire
And now I am dying...
And suddenly I realized
I forgot to live.
To make money, we lose our health
And then we restore our health losing money...
We live as if we're never going to die
And we die as if we have never lived.
Wise words from some old man. Dude, reality check big time.
Friday, January 29, 2010
32. Dance Gavin Dance
Yeah, bitches.
I'm going to see Dance Gavin Dance for the second time, bitches.
Yeahhhhh, bitches.
23rd of april, biiiiiatch.
With Sarah, Dani, Naomi and Britt, biiiiiiatch.
I don't know, the excitement makes me say 'bitch' after every sentence.
Bitch.
They're like fucking amazing. I WOULD MARRY THEIR MUSIC IF THAT WAS COCRETELY (is that even a word?) POSSIBLE.
And to me that's a huge deal. Even if they're totally unknown here in the Netherlands (their hyves page has like 40 members haha...).
Bonuspoints for me using made-up words/words I'm not sure if they exist.
Music education time:
Erika.
I'm going to see Dance Gavin Dance for the second time, bitches.
Yeahhhhh, bitches.
23rd of april, biiiiiatch.
With Sarah, Dani, Naomi and Britt, biiiiiiatch.
I don't know, the excitement makes me say 'bitch' after every sentence.
Bitch.
They're like fucking amazing. I WOULD MARRY THEIR MUSIC IF THAT WAS COCRETELY (is that even a word?) POSSIBLE.
And to me that's a huge deal. Even if they're totally unknown here in the Netherlands (their hyves page has like 40 members haha...).
Bonuspoints for me using made-up words/words I'm not sure if they exist.
Music education time:
Erika.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
31. Names.
Well, it has been way too long...
However, good news! After being busy with a bunch of stuff I haven't finished yet and I don't feel like doing at this certain point...I finally found another unimportant, pointless subject to talk about today, which is a good thing, 'cause hey...That's what I'm all about! If you disagree, check out my other blogs. That'll do.
'sup ma, lookin guuuuwd, how u doooiiiin''
My face was expressionless. I just stared at this entertaining, yet creepy individual who was trying to make a (FAILED!) move on me.
There I stood, with my drink in my hand, trying to figure out what to do about this very awkward situation I suddenly found myself in.
Perhaps not so awkward. I could've walked away and not felt guilty about it.
Anyhow...
So this creepy individual had a very striking appearance. His hair in braids, shoulder length. He had a golden fronttooth, overly baggy jeans and neongreen sneakers...which matched his neongreen shirt. His golden 'bling' matched his tooth. Not exactly my type.
This is a person you could see from 53463987 miles of distance. And as stupid and weird as it sounds...His whole appeareance didn't really catch my eye. Not at all.
He was just doing his thing, as fucking unbelievably creepy as he approached me (u wannaaaw go to maaa crib bby guuuuurl?)
...The only thing I could stare with amusement was at his belt. I don't think the description I just gave was of a Zac Efron lookalike, so you can probably guess the reason I was staring at his waist wasn't because I was trying to get in his pants. 'Tyson' I read on his oversized belt buckle, front part of his shirt tucked in so I could read it...And anyone else in the world. 'Sorry Tyson, better luck next time'
What's up with having your name on display anywhere? I work at a supermarket, they make me have my name on a nametag. If you have a baby, sure, give him/her a necklace with their names on it. HOWEVER...
This. THIS ANNOYS ME.
Belt buckles with your name on it.
Why? WHY would you do such thing?
I don't understand why people want to walk around showing people their names.
I wouldn't even wear name necklaces, however, that's still kind of subtle. And if you get one of those as a present, it's even cute. But a belt buckle...Ear rings?! Whoever gives me that as a birthdaypresent, I'll probably tell them: Thank you, but I think I still remember my own name.
Or better: I think I need a shirt next year, I don't think it's big enough for people to read it.
Other thing that I don't get...
THIS:
Your own name written in your room.
Trust me, people hanging out in your room surely do know your name, you don't have to remind them of that fact. Especially not in hot pink and capitals. Unless you're having one night stands in the weekends and you want to make sure they remember with whom they spend that AMAZING NIGHT! 'Damn, that Jessica was friggin' good!'
If you feel your wall is too blank, then make some art. Or draw something that describes your personality. Your name is waaaay too direct.
It's like fashion now. 'Like, Oh my God, I'm gonna re-decorate my room...Sooooo... I was thinking...Maybe I'll put some graffiti on my wall!!!!1111!!!1'
Because it sounds so damn cool. Sure it does. But think outside the box next time you feel creative.
And, FOR FUCK'S SAKE...THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I apologize for the redundant amount of notes of exclamation....Can't bear the excitement)
Your own name as a tattoo. I don't care, go and tattoo your husband's name. Your children's name. Your dog's name. Your mother's name. I love Mom. Sure.
NOT YOUR OWN NAME!
Your name is more valueable information than you might think. You're at a party, what's the first thing people want to know about you? (Except if 'you're having a good time'...Or 'Have you been to the basement yet?' ...Lol Sarah.) You're at an interview, the first thing people want to know? You're going to apply for ANYTHING AT ALL...The first question is always: 'Name:'...
First comes pick up line. Then comes the name. What will happen to the oldskool after-pick up line...What are we supposed to do with this valueable information before we even wanted to get to know you.
It's even intimidating.
*Guy approaches at a club and dances with you*
*Reads your earring*
'Sooooo...Your name is Jessica?'
Or some hot guy coming in your room
'Sooooo...*points* I assume your name is Jessica?'
So, in resume. If you would like to know my name...
1. Ask me
2. Ask me
And if I'd like you to know my name
1. I'll tell you
And if I'd like to know your name
1. I'll ask you
2. I'll ask Jessica to ask Marissa to ask Stephen to ask Melanie which is your brother's girlfriend
3. I'll listen closely to your conversations and hope that the person you're talking to will address you by your name.
Erika.
However, good news! After being busy with a bunch of stuff I haven't finished yet and I don't feel like doing at this certain point...I finally found another unimportant, pointless subject to talk about today, which is a good thing, 'cause hey...That's what I'm all about! If you disagree, check out my other blogs. That'll do.
'sup ma, lookin guuuuwd, how u doooiiiin''
My face was expressionless. I just stared at this entertaining, yet creepy individual who was trying to make a (FAILED!) move on me.
There I stood, with my drink in my hand, trying to figure out what to do about this very awkward situation I suddenly found myself in.
Perhaps not so awkward. I could've walked away and not felt guilty about it.
Anyhow...
So this creepy individual had a very striking appearance. His hair in braids, shoulder length. He had a golden fronttooth, overly baggy jeans and neongreen sneakers...which matched his neongreen shirt. His golden 'bling' matched his tooth. Not exactly my type.
This is a person you could see from 53463987 miles of distance. And as stupid and weird as it sounds...His whole appeareance didn't really catch my eye. Not at all.
He was just doing his thing, as fucking unbelievably creepy as he approached me (u wannaaaw go to maaa crib bby guuuuurl?)
...The only thing I could stare with amusement was at his belt. I don't think the description I just gave was of a Zac Efron lookalike, so you can probably guess the reason I was staring at his waist wasn't because I was trying to get in his pants. 'Tyson' I read on his oversized belt buckle, front part of his shirt tucked in so I could read it...And anyone else in the world. 'Sorry Tyson, better luck next time'
What's up with having your name on display anywhere? I work at a supermarket, they make me have my name on a nametag. If you have a baby, sure, give him/her a necklace with their names on it. HOWEVER...
This. THIS ANNOYS ME.
Belt buckles with your name on it.
Why? WHY would you do such thing?
I don't understand why people want to walk around showing people their names.
I wouldn't even wear name necklaces, however, that's still kind of subtle. And if you get one of those as a present, it's even cute. But a belt buckle...Ear rings?! Whoever gives me that as a birthdaypresent, I'll probably tell them: Thank you, but I think I still remember my own name.
Or better: I think I need a shirt next year, I don't think it's big enough for people to read it.
Other thing that I don't get...
THIS:
Your own name written in your room.
Trust me, people hanging out in your room surely do know your name, you don't have to remind them of that fact. Especially not in hot pink and capitals. Unless you're having one night stands in the weekends and you want to make sure they remember with whom they spend that AMAZING NIGHT! 'Damn, that Jessica was friggin' good!'
If you feel your wall is too blank, then make some art. Or draw something that describes your personality. Your name is waaaay too direct.
It's like fashion now. 'Like, Oh my God, I'm gonna re-decorate my room...Sooooo... I was thinking...Maybe I'll put some graffiti on my wall!!!!1111!!!1'
Because it sounds so damn cool. Sure it does. But think outside the box next time you feel creative.
And, FOR FUCK'S SAKE...THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I apologize for the redundant amount of notes of exclamation....Can't bear the excitement)
Your own name as a tattoo. I don't care, go and tattoo your husband's name. Your children's name. Your dog's name. Your mother's name. I love Mom. Sure.
NOT YOUR OWN NAME!
Your name is more valueable information than you might think. You're at a party, what's the first thing people want to know about you? (Except if 'you're having a good time'...Or 'Have you been to the basement yet?' ...Lol Sarah.) You're at an interview, the first thing people want to know? You're going to apply for ANYTHING AT ALL...The first question is always: 'Name:'...
First comes pick up line. Then comes the name. What will happen to the oldskool after-pick up line...What are we supposed to do with this valueable information before we even wanted to get to know you.
It's even intimidating.
*Guy approaches at a club and dances with you*
*Reads your earring*
'Sooooo...Your name is Jessica?'
Or some hot guy coming in your room
'Sooooo...*points* I assume your name is Jessica?'
So, in resume. If you would like to know my name...
1. Ask me
2. Ask me
And if I'd like you to know my name
1. I'll tell you
And if I'd like to know your name
1. I'll ask you
2. I'll ask Jessica to ask Marissa to ask Stephen to ask Melanie which is your brother's girlfriend
3. I'll listen closely to your conversations and hope that the person you're talking to will address you by your name.
Erika.
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