I finally graduated from college! I can’t believe it! All along a bunch of my friends thought I had already graduated, but alas, this was the real deal. I am in the process of packing for my trip to China/Taiwan. I came home and found that my mom had bought me an all-in-one adaptor plug, BUT I HAD just bought one. -.0 fail. Anyways, these 4 days are going to be a lot of eating. Today I ate for 2 hours at Souplantation, then got this salty yogurt drink at Wahib’s, a middle eastern foodie located in Alhambra. I felt like I was drinking salty watered down Ranch (salad dressing).

My friends and I had very incoherent conversations about food and the rest, I can’t seem to remember.

Another thing I’m doing before leaving is cleaning my room. I want to make sure I don’t have any random fruits in my purses, that will probably stink up the place if left in my room. I’ll come back to mold and bugs, that won’t be fun at all.

Grad indian party (my friend’s cousin graduated from med school)

Below are some nature shots…

Pretty flowers I found on the side of the street. Serves as inspiration.

We All feel, But We Don’t Say It

What is love, but an empty vessel that keeps pouring?

Remember those times we used to talk, like mother and daughter

Your eyes so empty

So empty was my heart, devoid of fatherly love

Revenge is a sinful sword filled and dipped with blood

What is love, but an empty vessel that keeps pouring?

Remember those times we talked, like cousin and cousin

You eyes filled with tears

You talked about your father that walked away, like my own

What are fathers, how do we interpret “father that gives good gifts” when there was none

No father, not even a word, just absence

What is love, but pain and hidden betrayal?

Secrets,

Love, avoidance, pain

Suffering, hurt, hurt, and again hurt.

Are we worth anything?

That you can so simply leave those that you love so much

Are we worthy of your stay?

You run away, escape your responsibility, drunken and staggering, breathing and smelling like beer

You run away, staggering, your body limp on the ground, your heart

I’ve stomped over and over in my mind

Wishing you would be run over by a truck

I hated you, hated your absence

Hated you to the point I became numb

Numb of all care, love, grace, forgiveness from everyone and myself

Myself, I neglected too

Because I didn’t know I should be cared for

I guess I didn’t think I was worthy of love

She said that when I was in my mother’s womb, fights occurred, maybe pots broke

I wonder what anxiety I went through, what fear I encountered

Still unborn

Just developing

What kind of environment did I grow up in?

Even in my mother’s womb.

Self-pity

I reject it.

Humanity is so broken, I can’t even describe it.

It’s like a broken vase that needs mending

The scraps, the pieces are shitty- that’s all I gotta say.

This comes from the inner most being, from a depth that I cannot interpret.

My soul is broken

And He gave me life

Restored all that was broken

He continues to mend, like a Fatherly God would.

Maybe that’s why I can trust in Him- because even though he is physically absent, He is with me.

That’s why I can grasp this invisible God a little more than others can.

Because my own father left and I cannot sense his presence at all, he never helps me when I’m sad.

But God does.

Even though I don’t get this whole father shit

I get the being there shit

And God has been there.

Healing the shit in my heart.

That people keep stomping over and ignoring.

Just another human broken,

Needing mending.

Jeremiah 1:4-5
The word of the LORD came to me, saying, Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart

It’s a calm sunday night, I’m sitting in front of my computer listening to Lost Without You, and very enticed to eat a piece of Toblerone. And this blog entry is titled Bloody Mary because I like it with pepper and salt, yummy!

Life stage- shell that is under the water and slowly, well, going onto the shore.

I think this is relevant because I am about to graduate FOREVER from college in like 2 weeks. And heading off to China. Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about what my life will look like in the future. I can’t really imagine. Because right now I know that my interest in wearing Indian Saris, riding on elephants, wearing African robes, and eating Middle Eastern food has really, well increased. I believe that God puts desires and passions in our hearts for a reason. This reason will manifest itself with time. Just as my interest in fashion has manifested in my life, my love for chocolate, and my vision for fair trade. I am overwhelmed by the depth of life and people.

I took this while driving to Thousand Oaks. Yes, while driving. Ooopss

Questions to ask people when you want to get to know them- I’ve compiled a list for your reference:

• Some people say that men don’t have emotions. Do you think that is a true statement?
• What’s your favorite thing to do when you are stressed out?
• What was your favorite thing to eat when you were a kid?
• What would be your dream vacation?
• What would you love to accomplish by the time you are 60?
• What do you wish you had more time to do?
• If you won 20 million dollars, what goals would you be pursuing?
• What are the characteristics of a perfect friend?
• Who was your best friend when you were a kid?
• Is there any kind of trip or experience that you would like to have with your family?
• When you need time alone, what is the best way for me to know this?
• If you could win any award, which one would you love to win?
• Is there anything you have wanted to learn, but have not learned it yet?

For people like us,

We desire compassion, we desire advice

But for people like us,

We hate it when people look down on us or tell us what to do

We despise authority because of authorities abusing their power

Sometimes its hard for us to take even our peers’ words

For people like us,

We learn through experience

We fall and get butt hurt,

But For people like us,

We tend to paint a picture through our suffering

For people like us,

We’re not scared any longer to experience the whole of life.

Thank you for listening.

Hello everyone, I’m sitting at Mcdonald’s using their wifi and eating my own, rice lunchbox. Yes, very asian. I wanted to update everyone on my days lately.

My friend and I attended an event called Taste for Fair Trade in South Pasadena last Saturday. She was very eager to meet the founders and CEO of Anti-Body, a fair trade beauty/skin care company. The sisters names are Tamara and Shelby- visit their website on http://www.anti-body.com/

In addition, I am getting more involved with volunteering at Ten Thousand Villages, a fair trade store in Pasadena-visit their site at http://www.tenthousandvillages.com/. Training will start this Thursday.

Some exciting things that I did this past weekend, went to Venice and visited a cool hat store Titanic, got blown away by the wind and sand (hurt a LOT), went to my friends house and ate legit Mexican food…Pictures below:

Screen printing at the Fair Trade event, got a cool “Switch to Stitch” t-shirt created by Nueva Vida.

Judging Senior Projects (cake decorating in this picture) at Clark Magnet High. This was an interesting experience since I felt like I was deciding the fates of these high school students. They were EXTREMELY professional, nothing like me when I was in high school. Their work was exceptional and well, a lot of professionals that were judging asked if I was an alumni since I looked so young. Nope, sir.

At my friend’s house eating legit Mexican food. I love Mexican cheese and I got to eat Cactus!!! THE BABY IS SO CUTE but he turned around.

Since I’m an advocate and probably a future CEO of a Fair Trade clothing company- I’ve started extensive research on the Fair Trade movement, companies, as well as events. Here’s one I think should be marketed online-

A Taste of Fair Trade on May 23, 6:30 pm

Where: Holy Family (Parish Hall) 1527 Fremont Avenue South Pasadena, CA 91030

Taste free Fair Trade wine, coffee, and chocolate!

Meet Nueva, Vida, a Nicaraguan Fair Trade Sewing Co-op, and other Fair Traders in our community.

Enjoy music, live tee-shirt silk-screening with artist Dewey Tafoya, free Ben & Jerry’s Fair Trade Ice Cream.

Learn all about Fair Trade and the Fair Trade Towns movement in a relaxed friendly atmosphere

Find out what Fair Trade is all about and which of our South PAsadena businesses feature Fair Trade products.

Another resource I found: http://www.fairtraderesource.org/

Just for your enjoyment, this past Saturday went to a Gospel for Asia dinner with friends at Embassy Suites. The best part? Chocolate cake, nom nom nom- COOKIE MONSTER! And I bumped to a friend of mine who is mission director of his church.

Sugar and Spice Art & Fashion Show last Friday was a blast! At the end, the DJ spun some crazy mix, I kept reminding him to spin some electro and house. He replied “okay, now I can. I just didn’t want to scare people with the music”. I’m like “I TOTALLY understand!” But electro/ house is the best and always gets me pumping. Some random memories will probably be, me going on stage and dancing, FIDM friends dancing, and seeing unexpected people being very dance-ly as well.

Timmery’s booth- www.1981collection.com

(I helped sell her products)

Some of Timmery’s designs/makeup/and jewelry.

Jessica Mcgrew and I (Fashion Design grads from FIDM- woot)

Entitled, bothersome, forlorn, sad.

Deprived of a child, still in the womb, like a staring cat.

Engaging, lifeless, yet a strong gaze.

Accepting me, accepting all.

Though I was once cursed, I’ve been freed.

Entitled, like a child, asking for cookies.

Loving, only when feeling loved.

Not loving, when seething with entitlement.

It’s only you. It’s only me. It’s all me. It’s all we.

Fighting, we pull and push again. 6 weeks leave me hanging dry, like a limbless livestock.

My hands are dry from working ceaselessly. It’s okay to give up and win. It’s okay to give up

and breathe. Letting only trickles of rain pour down when I lie alone, in the sad sad night.

For now, let’s breathe in this chaotic beauty.