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Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Night Life Fashion Looks Photos 7.26.10
Dress : Windsor
Shoes : Madden Girl
Top : Windsor
Shorts : Forever 21
Shoes : Reflection
Tank : Forever 21
Top : ?
Shorts : Love Culture
Heels : Shiekh
Headband : Charlotte Russe
Top : Forever 21
Shorts : Forever 21
Shoes : Shiekh/Wild Diva
Dress : Theme
Heels : Shiekh
Top : Forever 21
Shorts : Forever 21
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Seeing Life Slip...
Reminiscing over the past has become such a significant part of my life. I can only look back at my life with disappointment that I did not act as well as I wanted to towards my parents, my sister, my family, and the people around me. Being young gives a sense of freedom, provides a person with the feeling that whatever actions they take have no consequence on them and will not hurt what they treasure. Why is this? Every day, I look back at my life.
My mom cleans the house every week. She washes the dishes daily, tidies everything up, makes sure the household runs smoothly. I remember always sitting around on Saturday mornings, just doing whatever I wanted and feeling not feeling obligated to help her because I was the "daughter," and therefore I did not need to do such things. My mother was always there to clean up after me, and I counted on that. Looking back, I feel like such a failure. She was always there for me, and I feel as though I took advantage of her kindness. True, as children grow up to become adults, they take on responsibilities (hopefully) and learn to help others and put others first. I am earnestly seeking after this, glorifying God by being the best daughter I can be and the best person I can be towards other people. Sure, I slip up time to time, but hey, who doesn't? I want to learn everything, soak everything my mom has learned throughout her lifetime and every experience she had. Without her, I would not be so outgoing. I take after her personality, her laugh, and some say her appearance. If I looked like her, I would be the most fortunate girl in the world! She is so beautiful, and her constant laughter brightens her face in the most attractive way. She understands what phases I go through, but knows when to draw the line. I have learned so much from her, and she is simply amazing through and through.
I want to learn who she was that helped me become who I am today.
My dad is the epitome of the best father. He is always supportive. I remember the rare occasion when I would come home with a C on a math test, hanging my head because I knew my mom would be disappointed. But my dad was always there. He always said that it was alright if I did my best. And I did, every single time. When I was younger, he would discipline me, and rightly so, because I was a child back then and needed to learn what was right and wrong. He was stern during those times, staring at me to make sure I understood what I did wrong. I would get punished, and then he would come and hug me, explaining that he did not want me to get punishment, but also that it was more important that I learn what was right so I would behave and walk more in step with God. He is the reason I know for certain that my God exists in this world, and that Jesus has never left my side - even when I stumble and so naively doubt. Teaching me to ride the bike, taking me on hikes and introducing to me my love for nature (Yosemite, primarily), my dad managed to do so much. With so many stories of his past, my dad definitely has a lot to offer. With his experiences, he knows so much. However, the best thing my dad passed onto me was his love for God. I admit, sometimes, I felt resentful that he always wanted me to read the Bible and never let me miss a Sunday service - back in my earlier teens. Now, he has taught me so much, and his random comments always remind me to keep God the focus of my heart. Corny jokes and all, my dad is definitely an amazing father.
My sister is the most extraordinary girl in the world. She is so beautiful, yet she does not acknowledge it, even thinking that sometimes, she would be prettier if she were like someone else. Every person commenting on her beauty, she brushes aside, saying it was out of politeness that they would say something like that. She always cares for others, and is one of the best artists I know (besides my grandpa). Her love of art and fashion has been inspiring, and her eclectic style encouraged me to step outside my comfort zone and embrace something different. My sister is definitely my best friend. I can trust her with anything, and she is always the honest one. She definitely takes after my dad. Such a quirky, lovable girl- and I cannot believe I am so fortunate to have a sister quite like her. It would have been amazing to have a sister half as wonderful as she is; how amazingly blessed am I to have her! Always being there, encouraging me when I thought I could not make it - any person would be lucky to know her. Any guy to marry her would definitely be the luckiest man in the world; he would have to get through me first! Only the best for her.
People imagine that one leaves a legacy if one becomes famous, for they become an insect for the world to inspect through a microscope. If that person blossoms and does some good, they leave a "legacy." I thought that to be quite true for a few years. My parents have shown me that a person does not need to be famous in order to impact the world. My family means the world to me, and I am determined to make a difference in another life; fame or not, I want to help others. True, sometimes I think it would be so much easier to be famous - a person gets free products, does not need to worry for providing for families, and can donate so much more than a "normal" person would. But what does that even mean? Donating more does not mean helping more. It can, certainly, but a person can make just as much or even more of a difference simply by being the best they can be and pursuing God's own heart.
I am blessed to have been raised in the best family, and every day, I wake up with a smile. I may be stressed, have an exam, not feel like working, or feel overly tired; however, my family remains that strong net under me, always supporting me whether I need it or not.
I love you all.
From one reader to another,
Jessica
My mom cleans the house every week. She washes the dishes daily, tidies everything up, makes sure the household runs smoothly. I remember always sitting around on Saturday mornings, just doing whatever I wanted and feeling not feeling obligated to help her because I was the "daughter," and therefore I did not need to do such things. My mother was always there to clean up after me, and I counted on that. Looking back, I feel like such a failure. She was always there for me, and I feel as though I took advantage of her kindness. True, as children grow up to become adults, they take on responsibilities (hopefully) and learn to help others and put others first. I am earnestly seeking after this, glorifying God by being the best daughter I can be and the best person I can be towards other people. Sure, I slip up time to time, but hey, who doesn't? I want to learn everything, soak everything my mom has learned throughout her lifetime and every experience she had. Without her, I would not be so outgoing. I take after her personality, her laugh, and some say her appearance. If I looked like her, I would be the most fortunate girl in the world! She is so beautiful, and her constant laughter brightens her face in the most attractive way. She understands what phases I go through, but knows when to draw the line. I have learned so much from her, and she is simply amazing through and through.
I want to learn who she was that helped me become who I am today.
My dad is the epitome of the best father. He is always supportive. I remember the rare occasion when I would come home with a C on a math test, hanging my head because I knew my mom would be disappointed. But my dad was always there. He always said that it was alright if I did my best. And I did, every single time. When I was younger, he would discipline me, and rightly so, because I was a child back then and needed to learn what was right and wrong. He was stern during those times, staring at me to make sure I understood what I did wrong. I would get punished, and then he would come and hug me, explaining that he did not want me to get punishment, but also that it was more important that I learn what was right so I would behave and walk more in step with God. He is the reason I know for certain that my God exists in this world, and that Jesus has never left my side - even when I stumble and so naively doubt. Teaching me to ride the bike, taking me on hikes and introducing to me my love for nature (Yosemite, primarily), my dad managed to do so much. With so many stories of his past, my dad definitely has a lot to offer. With his experiences, he knows so much. However, the best thing my dad passed onto me was his love for God. I admit, sometimes, I felt resentful that he always wanted me to read the Bible and never let me miss a Sunday service - back in my earlier teens. Now, he has taught me so much, and his random comments always remind me to keep God the focus of my heart. Corny jokes and all, my dad is definitely an amazing father.
My sister is the most extraordinary girl in the world. She is so beautiful, yet she does not acknowledge it, even thinking that sometimes, she would be prettier if she were like someone else. Every person commenting on her beauty, she brushes aside, saying it was out of politeness that they would say something like that. She always cares for others, and is one of the best artists I know (besides my grandpa). Her love of art and fashion has been inspiring, and her eclectic style encouraged me to step outside my comfort zone and embrace something different. My sister is definitely my best friend. I can trust her with anything, and she is always the honest one. She definitely takes after my dad. Such a quirky, lovable girl- and I cannot believe I am so fortunate to have a sister quite like her. It would have been amazing to have a sister half as wonderful as she is; how amazingly blessed am I to have her! Always being there, encouraging me when I thought I could not make it - any person would be lucky to know her. Any guy to marry her would definitely be the luckiest man in the world; he would have to get through me first! Only the best for her.
People imagine that one leaves a legacy if one becomes famous, for they become an insect for the world to inspect through a microscope. If that person blossoms and does some good, they leave a "legacy." I thought that to be quite true for a few years. My parents have shown me that a person does not need to be famous in order to impact the world. My family means the world to me, and I am determined to make a difference in another life; fame or not, I want to help others. True, sometimes I think it would be so much easier to be famous - a person gets free products, does not need to worry for providing for families, and can donate so much more than a "normal" person would. But what does that even mean? Donating more does not mean helping more. It can, certainly, but a person can make just as much or even more of a difference simply by being the best they can be and pursuing God's own heart.
I am blessed to have been raised in the best family, and every day, I wake up with a smile. I may be stressed, have an exam, not feel like working, or feel overly tired; however, my family remains that strong net under me, always supporting me whether I need it or not.
I love you all.
From one reader to another,
Jessica
Wrinkles and Illegitimate Excuses
I've started to wonder, when I (God willing) become a parent with children to care for, what they will use against me to get what they want. How will I respond to the universal "but everyone else is doing it," "You never let me do anything!" (slam door), or the silent treatment.
Note : written ... I don't know. First blog post ever!
Actually, I wonder what kind of parent I will be at all. Will I be outgoing, overprotective, too lenient, a good mix of the two, fun, boring, predictable, spontaneous? Maybe it's just me questioning what kind of person I am today. I think of myself as fun, humorous, happy, and pretty much optimistic. But what do others think? Doesn't everyone wonder that? And you can't really trust other people to give you a complete answer because, honestly, what if they don't like you? Would they admit it out loud?
I admire the people who can speak their mind. I am becoming accustomed to doing so more than I did years before, but something about honesty and frankness is just so refreshing in this society of malcontents and back-stabbers who go through life showing one face and believing in another.
From one reader to another,
Jessica
All a girl wants is... love?
Note : written February 3, 2010 (Wednesday)Girls always complain about how guys never do what they want. Guys stand there ogle-eyed, wondering what in the world they did wrong when they think they did nothing. But that's what they did: nothing. In this day and age, both parties need to work things out- the girl needs to tell the guy what she wants him to do, and the guy needs to put in his best effort to improve what he is told is desirable or lacking.
It's so frustrating to feel like you're the only one always reaching out. Doesn't that seem needy? But if you don't do anything, then nothing will happen because you know the other person in the relationship won't ask to meet up or hang out. So what are you supposed to do, just keep asking and bottling up that irritation at always being the one to suggest seeing each other? I mean, hermits aren't horrible people who need to get out more, but when you're in a relationship, being a hermit to the other side doesn't really constitute it as a relationship. Maybe more of a loner-ship, like.
When a girl dates, it's typically for the following reasons. First, she wants to be recognized and loved. This doesn't mean that other people don't do that already. It simply means that whatever happens, she simply wants to be recognized in a unique way, different from how the guy treats other girls. She wants to feel like he treats his girlfriends like friends, and her like the love of his life, as well she should be, since he had the guts to ask her out in the first place! There's this stigma that it's the chase that's fun, and once you snag someone, it's not fun anymore and you look for another potential target. If you're that type of guy, run from my vicinity. You will be going down. Guys that go out just to have fun deserve the girls that do just the same. Guys like you don't deserve the sweet, intelligent, funny self-respecting girl out there. You should go out with your own kind, the one over there on the dance floor wasted out of her mind, her revealing clothes falling all over the place. That's your dream girl. Leave that innocent girl for a guy who can make her happy and will actually get to know her.
Girls also want to be shown that they are loved. And there are different methods of showing such affection. It's not all about diamond rings and sables under the tree. It can help, sometimes, but just making sure you reach out and ask her how she is, ask her to hang out simply because you want to see her smile. Just because you think all this doesn't mean she knows you're thinking it. You need to go, take the initiative and tell her what you're thinking. It will help strengthen your relationship and honestly, who doesn't want that?
I could go on and on, and I'll probably keep adding to this post forever and ever, but I believe this post deserves it. This is a subject guys should read up on and girls should not be afraid to ask for because they think they're not worth it. Every girl is worth it.
From one reader to another,
Jessica
BTW: listening to BRAND NEW fave song: "Statue" by lil eddie
this is amazing.
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