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State of Timelessness

Posted in personal with tags , , on September 10, 2009 by Cristina

Idon’t know if you have noticed that people don’t wear watches as much anymore. I think cell phones, and what not make them kind of unnecessary.

Still, I’m one of those who DO wear them. As far as I remember I’ve always had one. So to me, wearing a watch is as important as say, wear shoes. It’s probably because of routine, but there’s something comforting about always being aware of the time. Plus, have you seen how useful a watch can be if you ever get lost in a jungle?! Not that I have plans of going to a jungle, but it’s good to be prepared, don’t you think?

Anyway, on Saturday morning, my mom woke me up. Now, I’m not under any circumstances a morning person –and I’m definitely not on my brightest early, so when she came in proclaiming the end of sleep I just did the automatic: groan, turn over, and lift of arm to see watch. And it read five something.

Outrage! No one should be up that early. The sun is not even out! It should be illegal! I made it like that to the shower –mumbling and cursing all the way about the blasphemous morning and the damned early risers. When I got out and was back on my room, a little more awake but still aggravated, my eyes fell on my alarm clock. Those big red numbers spelled “8:27 AM”. That shocked me quite a bit prompting my brain to jump start the production of thoughts. Of course, there weren’t all clear, or smart, but –had I been more than 3 hours on the shower? Really?! I didn’t know hot water would last that long! Why didn’t anyone—

That’s when it occurred to me to look at my watch to find “5:18” and the little thin second hand wasn’t moving. Oh Oooooh. My watch had died. So it WASN’T that early…

So now I’m timeless. Well sort of since I borrowed my sister’s watch. But I find it kind of creepy. The actual watch it’s pretty, and it’s usually quiet, but every once in a while, at completely random moments it starts ticking really loud. The other day, I was lounging on the sofa reading, my sister sitting opposite me reading too, when it started ticking.


Me: Does it always do that?

Sis: what? Me: The ticking, it’s creepy.

Sis: It’s supposed to be creepy. It’s ticking away your life.

Me: …


I want my watch back. But it’ll have to wait until I have money to buy it batteries. In the mean time, I gotta run to class cuz life’s ticking


Getting Lost

Posted in personal, school with tags , , on August 29, 2009 by Cristina

 This week I returned to classes. And let me just say this: I’m lacking sleep already!!

Anyway, on first day I was at the library with my sister and she was telling me about her day.

Sis: …and guess what?!! I spotted a freshman!

Me: you what?

Sis: yeah, I recognized a freshman, I feel so old now!

Me: how do you know it was a freshman?

Sis: Well, the girl was walking really slow, had one of those big colored maps they give you at orientation, and her eyes were huge and darted everywhere. She just looked totally lost and a bit scared. Freshmen get lost. We can find our classes just fine. So how was your day?

Me: *mumbles*

Sis: huh?

Me: I got lost.

Sis: *laughs* did you sit down to watch people to figure out how to get into the building like that one time?!

Me: no. *glares*

I can’t believe she remembers that incident.

See, on my first semester of college, I took an insanely hard math class that I didn’t understand and wasn’t even probably my correct level**. So I struggled. I was so lost that when the instructor told us about a tutoring thing the math department offered, I immediately decided to check it. I was THAT desperate.

The only problem? I couldn’t find the place.

Oh I found the building alright, I mean it’s on the MAP! No, the hard part was finding a way INTO the building.

Yes, yes, at this point you might be questioning WHY college would let me IN on the first place if I can manage to miss a door, and let me tell you –you are not the first one to question that. But on my defence I can only say that math overloaded my little brain and that the door WAS kind of hidden.

The C building sits tucked between buildings A and B on a complex next to the library. It’s a building where classes aren’t held at, but is home instead to floors and floors of long hallways full of tiny tiny offices. Walking with building A to your right, rounding a boxy thing and going down a ramp you can find a small dark lobby that takes you to the first floor. This is where it got tricky to me. The tutors were on the fourth level, but as much as I looked I didn’t find any stairs, or elevator, or magic carpet or anything to take me there. So I went back outside and circled the building a couple of times thinking there might be another way. I even walked THROUGH the boxy thing, which is a room where directly in front of the door you came in you find ANOTHER door that takes you outside to the door leading to the lobby.

At this point, any other person would have probably asked someone where were the stairs. But it was me. So I –and I now know it wasn’t the smartest thing– sat infront of building C to observe how people got to the upper levels.

I sat there for like an hour,.after which I concluded that since people went in and out of the boxy thing, it might be more than originally thougtht. So I approached it with a critical eye. I opened the door, and saw the other door, and was confused for a moment, except that time I also looked to the SIDES and saw…

TWO elevators!

I’ll add that yesterday, as I walked to building B I noticed some white letters painted on the boxy thing. They spelled “ELEVATORS”

But hey, I’m there to LEARN.



**but SAT’s scores said otherwise. Damn all that guessing

We Grow Up

Posted in musings, personal with tags , , , , on August 3, 2009 by Cristina

There is no other event that makes you realize quite so abruptly that you are not a kid anymore as a wedding — especially your friend’s wedding.

This weekend one of my closest friends got married.

I mean SHE got MARRIED!!!

Yes, it has been almost a week and I’m still sort in shock about it. My friend got MARRIED! And it’s not like they suddenly decided to do it. No! this was something that had been carefully planned for MONTHS. I mean, they were engaged for a bit more than two years, so this was definitely not a surprise or a reckless and sudden decision. But still, you know? My friend got MARRIED!

I wonder if every time a friend of mine marries I’ll be this shocked. I know I was shocked the last time a friend got married. And the one before that. And the one before. And… the other 4 friends before that?!!!!


If I actually think about it, I’m probably more shocked by the fact that they are my friends –my age and getting married– than the actual marriage thing. I mean, I’m not anywhere near that commitment. No where at all. And I don’t actually want to be. I’m like too immature. But I suppose that’s my decision. And that’s theirs. And everyone has their own idea of how life should be. I think I’m too young to be married. But you know, as long as they are sure about their decisions and those decisions make them happy, there’s nothing else for me to do, except support them and be happy for them too.

Anyway, I think I’m sort of making this thing about me, when I didn’t intended it. Seriously.

Soooo… My friend got MARRIED!!

The wedding was some beautiful affair. It was small, with just close friends and family in attendance, and it was rather quick, but I suspect that the fact that it was a non-religious wedding in Las Vegas might have had something to do with it… My friend just glowed –she radiated happiness– as she walked down the isle accompanied by both of her parents. Her white dress fitted perfectly to her petite figure and her dark hair complemented her milk chocolate eyes. Her smile as wide as I have ever seen. She was perfect. The groom looked handsome in his dark suit. He grinned like crazy the entire time. It was all really sweet.

Then the reception was also quite good, it had excellent food and even better company. You could watch the newly married couple steal glances at each other, and then look away and softly giggle. It was really beautiful. Maybe… just maybe, someday I’ll be ready for that. In the mean time, it makes me happy to see those two totally happy and in love.

On moments like this, when I look back to high school where we met and see now how far my friends have gone, I realize that maybe we have grown up. It’s awesome that we can do it together.

The only thing that’s left to say is [my friend got MARRIED!] that I give them my Best Wishes.