tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146035772009-11-16T15:30:30.866-05:00The idea of finding privacy and solace in the vast world wide web baffles me, but as long as it gives me what I want, I'll worship it.Deenoreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-83803391817410174722009-06-23T11:35:00.003-04:002009-06-23T13:04:29.840-04:00

After 17 long years of schooling and edumacating, I can finally say that I’m done…With school that is.I can’t fully fathom how fast everything went. Although, I must admit, there were moments in my post-secondary life where I felt like it never ended (writing instrumentation reports and marketing papers, dealing with Philosophy...), in the grand scheme of things however, everything was relatively

Deenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-85114417170300888712009-06-03T20:29:00.006-04:002009-06-03T22:10:16.890-04:00

I haven't been here in a while. A lot of things had actually occurred during my hiatus. Things that I may or may not cover here. Why? Because I'm lazy. That, or I’ve forgotten the actual events.Anyway, here's to documenting whatever it is I remember.ON THREE WEEKS OF VACATIONSo after school ended, I scored three weeks off of complete nothingness, two of which I wasted in front of a computer...

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So I've spent the first week of my vacation doing nothing. Well, not entirely true. I did reorganize my closet and that's looking immaculate. My room however needs some lovin'. I also met up with some high school peeps to eat and to tell them that, "Imma be workin foe mah greenz now."Next week I will be heading down to NYC to visit a friend of mine and to pretty much celebrate my last days as a

Deenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-51214557674896063922009-05-04T22:41:00.004-04:002009-05-04T23:34:31.323-04:00

School has finally come to an end...a bittersweet end. I know that I've complained a lot about school and how I wanted it to be over so bad. Now that school's actually dunzo, I'm really scared and sad. I'm mostly scared about the new venture that I have to partake in, and I'm sad about the life and the routine that I have to let go in order to accommodate this new venture. I have to once again

Deenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-65972460897595619112009-04-28T09:44:00.004-04:002009-04-28T10:51:47.158-04:00

Art: Where do you see yourself in five years?Me: Living a mediocre life and being happy about it.Four years ago, when I was still trying to get into my program, one of my professors asked me during my interview where I saw myself in five years. I simply told him that I was bound to live a mediocre life and that I'd be cool with that...Some people are meant to be rich and miserable, some people

Deenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-23071119923417868642009-04-23T13:01:00.001-04:002009-04-23T13:02:59.615-04:00

Do you go for the dream job, or the job you know you'll do well at?I seriously don't know and I don't have a lot of time to decide.

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Four years of university...Four years is a long time, but I don't seem to remember anything significant. I don't exactly know what school did to me, but whatever it is, I feel so untalented now. I think I was in the wrong program. I threw myself in this corporate pool and I swam with the corporate zombies.I'm a modern day hippie who got on the wrong train.I attended my last lecture ever on the

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Yup.When I have something interesting to say, I'll come back and say it.For now...I don't.

Deenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-59539854190432709532009-03-30T22:28:00.004-04:002009-03-30T22:39:34.456-04:00

A lot of people have been asking me, "Where are your pics from New Orleans?"Oh man, I'm sorry. I'm the laziest person alive. I still haven't uploaded any pictures. I was planning on doing that on my Mac, then use and abuse the school's bandwidth to upload the pics and videos online. You know what, I will do that tomorrow.And you know what again, I haven't even seen all the pictures I took. I went

Deenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-27002346772940086202009-03-26T16:51:00.006-04:002009-03-26T17:46:44.517-04:00

I finally found the strength and willingness to hook my camera up on to my PC. Then I realized that there's about four gigs of media to upload (way to discourage me). That's wayyyy tooo much for my dying computer. So, I'm just going to upload videos and pictures I've taken at New Orleans one at a time. I'm also going to select the most interesting ones. I will begin with this video of me and a

Deenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-45827335990191567172009-03-22T00:26:00.013-04:002009-03-23T21:55:29.093-04:00

I finally came home from New Orleans last Friday at around 7:30 pm. And oh-my-gosh, to be able to see my room, lie down on the couch like a hobo and get full control of my TV's fate is like the most liberating thing ever. E-v-e-r.My trip to New Orleans, in a nutshell, was just a big blur. I know I make it sound like I was at Bourbon Street every single day, getting hammered and partying it up

Deenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-24424710970342456712009-03-12T23:18:00.006-04:002009-03-13T01:31:07.743-04:00

After all the madness and sadness, I can finally somewhat relax now. I will be heading down to "The Big Easy" tomorrow morning and will be arriving at around 8:30 pm. The purpose of this trip is to represent my school (more specifically ryeTAGA) at the 2009 TAGA Conference. Um, sure.My purpose, however, is to just sit back, relax and eat good N'awlins food! Really.I don't believe that our journal

Deenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-26084861927671824172009-03-09T23:25:00.005-04:002009-03-09T23:35:02.327-04:00

I am taking a class that bashes the existence of God and everything I stand for. I love God and I won't pretend that I don't believe in Him in order to get a decent mark in that class. I'd rather get a D than to deny my faith, thank you very much.However, I must admit that I'm living the remaining days of my university career feeling conflicted and burdened. I can't write my paper - I can't even

Deenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-43219193961374076932009-03-07T17:48:00.005-05:002009-03-07T18:26:25.474-05:00

So, new layout.After two and a half years, this is all I have to offer you guys. I feel so embarrassed about the design. I subconsciously created a CMYK layout, and I am absolutely against a CMYK theme...It's so tacky. Well, looky here. Who's tacky now? GCM, what have you done to me? I don't know what I was on when I thought this was actually good.I'll change it when I find the time to. I didn't

Deenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-38935792166454740122009-02-28T13:37:00.004-05:002009-02-28T13:51:32.516-05:00

That's the time I woke up today. I rarely sleep in. I don't like it. If I wake up after 9:00 am, I automatically feel gross. Yes, I feel gross right now. Waking up late means I just wasted half of the day sleeping, and when that happens, you know it's downhill from there. Well, at least I know.I have quite the list today. My priority is to get my website/portfolio site and my resumé done by the

Deenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-54185560684934013922009-02-27T09:39:00.003-05:002009-02-27T09:45:54.750-05:00

Whenever I have more than 10 things to do on my list, I get so overwhelemed that I end up doing nothing. I am currently suffering this case right now. Where do I begin?I'll just pass the ball to fate and hopefully, it will handle everything for me.Things will work out, eventually. I think...I hope.Maybe?Anyway, I got my moo cards today from the UK.Bloody awful!

Deenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-12893202742022525172009-02-23T23:02:00.004-05:002009-02-24T22:09:16.697-05:00

My last reading week has come to an end. How did I spend that? Reading of course, and working...on everything: TAGA, schoolwork, designing websites, updating my resume, "networking" - everything.So now...I'm tired.I'm stressed.I need a real break.I want to cry.I want to scream.I want to do everything in between.A breakdown will be nice, indeed.I will have a new layout soon (finally, after almost

Deenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-10388987299089523792009-02-17T22:40:00.003-05:002009-02-17T22:49:49.241-05:00

I used to be so excited about web-designing/graphic designing/video editing/filming...I lost that passion. And that makes me really sad. Four years of post-secondary education did nothing for me except suck out all the good and sweet things in my life. I used to think I had something, I don't know anymore.I need to do some soul-searching. My life at university is coming to an end and I still have

Deenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-43491497434765176612009-02-13T01:45:00.001-05:002009-02-13T01:49:00.393-05:00

I’m a glutton for punishment – prolonging my agony. Why can’t I just power-through this philosophy paper and get it over with? Oh yes, FACEBOOK. What a drag, what a drug.When did I get hooked on this monster?

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There is something about my last name that people really, really dig.There is also something about it that annoys me.DELOS SANTOSToo long.It may sound good when you say it, but visually, the letters just don’t compliment each other.Wow, I’ve really ran out of things to say this time.

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Woke up at 8:55 am, only to realize that going to school today was not an option (simply because I did not want to).Realized how lazy and jaded I have become. I am so over school, you have no idea. I can't walk the streets of Toronto and fake that I appreciate the "schooling" I get there, because I don't. After four years of schooling, all I have waiting for me at the end of the rainbow is

Deenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-19707104481143606542009-01-15T18:36:00.003-05:002009-01-15T19:21:54.641-05:00

I left sunny and warm San Jose last Saturday at 8:40 am PT. Approximately 10 and a half hours later, I arrived in Canada...welcomed by a snow storm and the stupidest weather ever that instantly depressed me. After I picked up my baggages at the airport, I exited that area hoping that my parents would be outside, eager to greet me and welcome me back. I saw and experienced no such thing. Instead,

Deenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-83696156146658036032008-12-27T23:51:00.003-05:002008-12-28T00:15:01.511-05:00

I will be flyin to the seemingly sunny west coast (apparently, it's been raining there almost everyday). Gon' be visitin' mah grannma, mah cuzzins and mah unt. It's been eight years since I last saw them (by them, I'm referring to my grandma, my aunt and one of my cousins, the other cousin I have yet to see), so this visit should be interesting. I hope that my family in California realizes that I

Deenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14603577.post-73210901242603806082008-12-01T20:14:00.005-05:002008-12-01T21:09:41.634-05:00

The cold truth about time being perishable hasn't really hit me yet. You'd think, for a girl who'd seen Back to the Future I, II and III at least six times each, would have mastered the concept of time...Yeah. Right. How sad. I can sense Marty McFly crying in his DeLorean right now and cursing my name. I've failed him miserably.I make the same mistake every year. Instead of using my study time to

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