Christmas Eve

Well, everyone, it is officially Christmas Eve. It’s the day that small children await anxiously for Santa Clause to come silently down their chimney late at night to fill their stocks and place presents under the tree.

For my family, it’s the day we go up to Southern Ohio to visit  family for several hours and at some point the kids put on a mini Christmas pageant and they say a Christmas Prayer. The poor kids. They’ve been told to pray, even though they do it willing.

To my family, Christmas seems to be about celebrating Jesus’s birthday…with cake and stuff. Which, I’ve never quite understood. Isn’t Christmas about being with family and friends. Perhaps it’s just me and Richie who aren’t into the whole religious aspect of Christmas. Though, what can I do? Just put up with it, I suppose.

The part that’s really going to hurt is seeing all the couples tonight and tomorrow. It sucks being single during the  holidays. Even my closest friends, Natty and Mikey seem to be caught up in their relationships this year. I’ve only heard from Mikey once this past weekend and not a word from Nataly. I guess I’m the extra wheel. :/ I was really hoping this would be the year where I wouldn’t be single. Guess I was wrong.

To top it off, I’m probably not getting the puppy I’ve been wanting… Much less a new phone since mine’s dying slowly. Honestly, if I got a puppy and nothing else, I’d be ecstatic. A puppy would mean so much more than anything else. Having a puppy to call your best friend and faithful companion is priceless. And I could train it to help out when my headaches get really bad, which isn’t often but, I’m sure the dog could be trained to get medicine or to just stand by if I feel dizzy.

Also, a puppy would give me more reason to go walking and get P.A in since  I’m not longer doing HMR. Walking the furry thing would help me get to a point where I could run again, without much discomfort, which is what I want.

Though, either way, I suppose we’ll have to see. If I don’t get a puppy for Christmas, perhaps I can talk to my parents about the benefits of me having one. I can think of so many. And the excuse of “it’ll scratch the walls!” won’t fly. That can be trained out.

Well, until then…!

Happy Christmas, everyone. 🙂 Oh and, to all Les Misérables fans out there: One day more!


The Emotional Respect is always what’s lacking. >.> But, this is definitely what I need in a relationship.

Acceptance of Award Nomination

Seven (7) Interesting Things About Myself:

First, I was born in Lima, Peru 20 years ago and brought to the United States because my biological family couldn’t take care of me. I’ve lived in Kentucky since then and though many people say they hate Kentucky or that the US in general is completely fucked up, I’m thankful to be living here, instead where I could have been living.


Second, since I was about 3 or 4, I have been singing non-professionally and semi-professionally in children’s choirs and on my own. To put it simply, music is quite literally my life. Not only do I listen to it but, I sing it, play it and read it.


Third, I graduated from Bryan Station High School and the Spanish Immersion Program with the ability to speak fluently in Spanish and the opportunity to study in Spain if I wished. Also, related, I was in said program for 13 years by the time I started college.

Bryan Station

Fourth, I love animals. Throughout my life, I’ve had five cats, a dog, two fish and two hamsters. Of course, they weren’t all mine but, the cats and the dog definitely preferred me to the other members of my family. As soon as I can, I plan to get a puppy from the local animal shelter to fulfill a dream I’ve had and raise and have my very own dog for many years.

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Fifth, while I am from Peru and that makes me Peruvian, I am not a pure blood — so to speak. Because of my physical features: straight black hair, almond shaped eyes and light brown skin, and the little knowledge my mother has of my birthfather, I am either half or a quarter Japanese. Either way, the reason is, is that Peru has the largest Japanese population in the world outside of Japan.

Sixth, I am currently a student of The University of Kentucky, slowly earning a Bachelor of Arts degree in Spanish. No surprise there, huh? Well, it was my intention to become a Vocal Performance (singing) major but, I kept missing auditions, thanks to one of the heads of department consistently emailing me about them after they had passed. However, currently, I am entertaining the idea of majoring in Dance. Although, it will be a completely worthless major in the future, it’s something I love. Though, it may also become a minor, depending on how things work out.


Seventh, and most important, I have the most amazing guy friends a girl could ask for. My best friend Michael Anderson became a part of my life this past March and we clicked so well that it feels as if we’ve known each other for ages. We understand one another to the point where we could be siblings. Of course, we’re not. He lives in California and is 6′ something, half Caucasian and half Mexican while, I’m …well, not. My other dear friend is Dylan Alvarado. We’ve been friends since November of last year and he’s been really great despite the rough patches we’ve had. Another friend is a crush as well: Robert Philpott. We’ve been friends online since.. I’ve no idea, second semester of freshman year? We finally met in person a couple weeks ago and it was like magic. We literally picked up where we were online but in person. Nothing was different, except that I could actually hug him.



Though, ironically, despite having these wonderful guys in my life, I’ve struggled to find a guy who’s completely willing to let me have a chance to love him and him love me, despite my shortcomings. Pero, que puedo hacer?  Nothing, except be patient, at least try to be and, keep up hope.

Also, I want to again thank @Prinze Charming for nominating me. It really does mean a lot since I didn’t actually think this blog would do much or amount to anything, save an online journal for me to write down my thoughts.

A canine companion

For years, I have wanted to have and raise a puppy of my very own. I had one once for a while named Coco. She was an Australian Shepard/Collie mix. She was beautiful and perfect. Coco was my best friend and the one that would stay by my side when I was sad and lonely. She gave me an unconditional love that I haven’t had since or after.

Last night, I had a dream in which my mother and I went to the Lexington Humane Society (albeit, a strangely nicer once than it is in reality), filled out some forms and were given a golden retriever to pet and play with for a while until the people there brought out my very own puppy: a completely black little pup, a chubby thing with wavy fur. In my dream, I didn’t know what kind of dog it was, except that he was mine. But, now I know it was most likely a Portuguese Water dog, even though the Humane Society doesn’t take in pure bred pups.

It didn’t matter though. It was my very own puppy and he was absolutely beautiful.

Portuguese Water Puppy

I know in My Grown Up Christmas List entry, I wrote other things that I want, like a boyfriend. And I still do. However, if I get anything this Christmas, I want a puppy. In a box with air holes and a Christmas ribbon tied loosely around its neck. Just like in “The Lady and the Tramp”. And, maybe with a puppy, I can train it to help when my headaches get really bad.

But, honestly, it’ll probably be like any other time I’ve asked for my own puppy: a big fat no. Or, something along the lines of my parents saying, “I don’t want a dog.” Well, I do. Can’t you just give me this gift I’ve been wanting for years? Especially with these headaches? Do you not realize how scary and miserable it is to have a headache so bad you just don’t want to do anything? I’ve missed classes a few times because of them. The least you could do, until you take me to see a fucking doctor, is get me a puppy to raise.

I know it sounds selfish. I know. But, goddammit, can I just be selfish this once? I mean, I’ll never have a status written about me (as petty as that sounds) and how much I’m loved. No one will ever call me randomly in the day to say, “I love you so much” or surprise me with small and meaningful gifts.

Can’t I just have an animal that depends on me for once? That gives me a reason to smile and get up early in the morning and a reason to come home at the end of my day?

Is that too much to ask for on this Christmas, on my 20th Christmas?

I guess it is.

Everything I ask for always is.

I guess I’ll stop asking for things now. Since I’m just way too selfish.

Inspirational Blogger Award Nomination

Earlier tonight, er..late last night, I got an email from WordPress saying that my good friend Tony, or Prinze Charming, has nominated my blog for Very Inspiring Blog. I cannot express how happy and pleasantly surprised I am by this honor. 

Since my internet is not allowing me to actually reblog his post for whatever reason, I’ll post it through this one:


The Very Inspiring Blogger Award!

POSTED ON 12/15/2012 BY 

I have some really great news!

Recently, like a few hours ago, an inspirational blogger themselves, Summer4Soul nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award!

Now, I know I have started blogging on here for only a little over a month from today, but this is truly a rewarding opportunity to be acknowledged by someone from the amazing WordPress community once again. My quality in my articles and the work that I have provided is definitely more important than how many articles I have written. Thank you for acknowledging that distinction!

What makes an inspiring blogger? 

The Internet has many outlets for bloggers to express themselves about everything and anything you could imagine. Whether you enjoy reading articles like, “Fascination of Paint Drying,” or something similar, “The Art of Drying Art,” or “Beautiful Music from Nails Across Chalkboard,” something must have inspired you from those articles.

Everyone has different tastes and interests for literature. Don’t ever assume people will buy the whole local bookstore or read everything in the library. Although if I had the money, I would probably buy new books for local school libraries; not myself. That is definitely something my local parochial school needs now. If I had that much time to read, I would rather read books to children in children hospitals, orphanages, or other organizations.

So, how do you evaluate inspiration?

What makes a blog distinct from inspirational to very inspirational? Is there an award in between? Is it a scale from very distasteful to very inspirational? What if something is distasteful that it has some type of inspirational part in there? Anyways, before I start talking about the inspiration behind sacrificing animals for Middle Eastern holiday rituals – let me review the rules for this award.

The Rules 

Here are the “rules” of accepting the Very Inspiring Blogger Award:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
  • Share 7 interesting things about yourself.
  • Nominate 7 bloggers you admire.
  • Leave a comment somewhere on the seven blogs to make them aware of their nomination.

Objectives Completed 


  • Summer4Soul, it is an honor to accept and receive your nomination for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award on Saturday, December 15, 2012.

Mini Bio 

Here are seven (7) interesting things about myself:

First, “Prinze Charming” was an original idea for one of my first blog usernames, specifically on Blurty or LiveJournal. It was an idea that didn’t come from me,  but from a girl I dated in a long distant relationship from Michigan in 2002. So, thisglorified romantic reputation came into my life way before my poetic writing surfaced the Internet. I was only a 13 years old boy interested in Robert Frost. Did I write like him? I wanted something close. 

Second, I received thirteen stitches from Hartford Children’s Hospital in Hartford, Connecticut on my right hand on my mother’s birthday. I was only around seven years old. Short story summary: two girls pushed me off an old, rusty wire fence while I was climbing back to the other side.

Third, I graduated from East Hartford High School with perfect attendance for all four years while maintaining outstanding performance in my foreign language classes: Spanish 4 Honors, French 3 Honors and Mandarin Chinese 1. You can read the list of awards on my About Me page.

Fourth, I am a mixed European-American breed. Yes, you see more of my Italian side from my father. His family came from Sicily, while my mom was born in London with a dual citizenship.

Fifth, my life revolved around animals.  I raised baby Cockatiels, a wildlife rescued Nanday Conure,  Himalayan and Persian cats, and a few goldfish.

Sixth, I am a recent University of Connecticut graduate with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Political Science. Yeah, surprised it’s not English? During this week, last year, I wrote an extensive research paper on, “The Underlying Self Identity of Women in Tunisia; the Psychological Impact of Familial and Societal Pressures on Young Tunisian Women.” 

That paper truly opened my eyes for cultural identity among women in Tunisia. It was a sociology class that focused on The Developing World. My political courses focused on gender politics and exploitation of women bodies. I will make some time to share my book recommendations for this topic specifically.

Seventh, there’s one last ironic thing to say. I’ve been single for almost six years, but I write like I am in a deep romantic relationship with an amazing person. Yeah, not really, or at least yet. They are all inspirational thoughts and romantic feelings that seem to linger inside my mind all the time. Sorry, ladies for the misunderstanding.  I have yet to find a lucky woman while I write these mustered up poetic stories.

No happy ending, no goodnight kisses, nothing. Rien. C’est la vie .

Wow, maybe I should have said stuff like, “Kittens make my heart melt” and “I’m a very patient person that can work with children.” Well, there you have it, Miley Cyrus. The seven things you would probably love about me.  Don’t hate, appreciate.

Now, the seven bloggers that I admire the most. Yeah, see, that’s the thing. This compiled list is from a month of being here. Don’t take it to heart, but this is the reason I didn’t nominate anyone in return for Blog of the Year 2012. I just couldn’t decide.

I also searched around, and I noticed that this award has been given out to seven, ten, fifteen or some customized number of nominations. Therefore, it is not fixed. However, I will use seven. Seven is a good number. It’s a lucky number for gamblers who love the slot machines!

So, here we go, the following seven people desirable for this award within a month impression.

The Very Inspirational Seven 


Note: The following people above have contributed so much to me within my first month here. They all have very inspirational blogs. Although this is a very concise compiled list of blogs, I may expand this list at any time. Take care. 

Snuggle time? Snuggle time.

Prinze Charming

You are most likely a hopeless romantic following my blog for an instant emotional and intellectual connection within yourself. My recent blog posts may have helped you release your daily stress from work, school or taking care of children. Possibly, you could have all three of those emotional burdens hindering some time alone for yourself. You may argue that you do manage your time wisely to schedule personal time alone from reality, however it is only limited to meals, showers and sleep. It is unfortunate that my presence is absent to fulfill your innermost desire for physical touch and the embrace of two bodies with legs intertwined by engaging in no strings attached snuggling. There is a guarantee that you can find someone else who will make you completely comfortable with that taboo concept of snuggling with strangers.  You may decline to take part in the latest trend to market your snuggling skills as a professional…

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Umm, just read. :3

Poetically Captivating

A thousand words can paint an erotic masterpiece; one word can paint an inspirational sensation. A thousand mixed feelings are the products of lust and desire. One vulnerable exposed canvas sprawled across the bed to admire. The tip of my tongue is a lover‘s brush for sensual art.  Close your eyes, my dear.  I am about to start. Fingers slowly run through your hair to spark the night, gradually caressing your head just right. Eyes convey hidden desire, anticipation is on fire. Forehead kisses, Eskimo nose to nose, after two cheek kisses, watch where this goes. Passionately playful lips teasingly brush across your face, entice the hesitation of physical embrace. Dare make an intimate move too soon? My love, I am here to make you swoon. Lips left with anticipation and rage, dry from desirable intentions on stage. Let me perform the next talent of the show; the skin…

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When did love become so confusing? Oh. Right, when I turned 16. Damn, too many conflicts.

I know I said a couple days ago that I was still in love with James. And, I am. but, I’ve finally met Robert and it was really really nice. After talking and hanging for half an hour, he kissed me while we were having a playful argument. It was quite the amazing kiss and now I’m just confused. As strong as my feelings are for James, my feelings for Robert have become even stronger than they used to be now that i’ve gotten to hug him and spend time with him.

ImageHe’s got a wonderful voice to listen to, even though he doesn’t like it, and he’s incredibly sweet. Just as he’s been through messages. It’s actually really nice that he’s taller than me because he can do that cute thing of rest his chin on my head when we’re hugging and I’m able to feel his heart. He’s also got these beautiful eyes that make my heart flutter each time he looks at me.

I’ve yet to talk to him since yesterday but, curious to know what I am to him now after… well. I  won’t elaborate on it. I’d like to know what I am now after we’ve made out several times and I have the light bruises on my neck to prove it.

He did say a long time ago that he wanted to be able to hug me first before going any further than friends. But, now that we’ve done more than just hug…? I’ve no idea. The suspense is killing me. I do love him loads and, if given a chance, I could be really happy being his girl. He’s nothing like Cassie’s boyfriend said he was. I’ve gotten to know him over months and months and now in person. He’s a wonderful guy, with whom I enjoy spending time with.

Whatever happens now, I’ll be fine and happy with it as long as he stays a part of my life. He’s important to me. Even if he denies that he is, as he always does.