Bitten

Today I’ve been bitten in more ways than one.  Literally speaking, I have some type of insect bite above my collarbone.  It may not even be a bite.  Perhaps it’s an allergic reaction to something and it’s a hive rather than a bite.  Are mosquitoes still flourishing in December?  I know technically they don’t “bite,” and instead suck your blood, but it looks like a mosquito “bite” and itches like one, too.

Speaking of which, I’ve also been bitten figuratively.  Vampires, like mosquitoes, suck the blood out of you when they bite you.  When dogs bite you, they leave a bruise.  In any case, a bite generally hurts you in some way.  When you know there are people who are for the destruction of human life, it will hurt.  It’s even worse when these people are comprised of friends or acquaintances, no matter how hard they try to justify their reasoning.  It doesn’t hurt in a sense that they have opposing beliefs, but it hurts knowing that there are people who don’t really care for human life.  In other words, if the human life is not their life, then they basically feel the murders of hundreds of people is fine.

Sadly, the only way some people would ever feel for others is by being placed into that environment and that situation, which will never happen.  We are so lucky to be in the USA where we have inalienable rights that (presumably) cannot be taken away.  However, there are many Americans who don’t necessarily care for the plight of others because they are conditioned to believe that life as it is in the US exists everywhere, which definitely isn’t the case.

We, in the USA, don’t have to worry about the possibility of having a place to live one minute and being homeless the next, nor do we have to worry about having life one minute and the possibility of death the next.  As I’m writing this entry, the people in Gaza have to worry about all of these possibilities.  A perfect example of this is that of the 11 year old girl and her 4 year old sister who went to throw out the trash and never came back.  They were murdered by Israeli missiles as they went to do their household chore.  Life is way too precious to be wasted.  THIS is a worldwide view, so why is it permissible for Palestinian life to be treated as garbage?  They were only children.  There isn’t a child in the world that deserves to be treated so inhumanely.

Dwindle

Today is December 29th, which means only 7 more days until my winter quarter at DePaul begins.  I feel as though this 6 week winter break has flew by so quickly.  But, with that said, it’s not necessarily a bad thing.  Seeing how time seems to fly by, before I know it, it will be June and I’ll be walking across that stage, God willing!

Meanwhile, I’m really excited about the trip I’ll be taking to London towards the end of March.  I’m just hoping the weather won’t consist of rainy, chilly days.  I can deal with 50°, but it’s going to be my spring break and I don’t necessarily want to deal with any temperature below that.   Regardless, I can’t wait.  It’s going to be so cool.  Perhaps I’ll even come back with a British accent, haha.  Stay tuned to find out…

Passport Chaos

So, today was a day where I was in the mood to be productive.  I’m going to London the last week in March and needed to make a passport.  My cousin Annan has wanted to make a passport for the past year, but kept deferring it, so I asked if she wanted to accompany me so we can finally get it done.

I picked her up at around 1:40 PM and from her house, we went to Jewel-Osco/TCF to 1.) withdraw the money needed for passport fees and 2.) to get our passport picture taken.  The picture process was a comical experience.  The woman (although very nice) was completely technologically illiterate.  She didn’t know how to work the digital camera, and once she finally got it working, she messed up Annan’s picture… Haha, Annan had to retake the photo.  Finally, after an hour has elapsed, we got our pictures.

From there, we went to Worth’s Village Hall.  Of course, we got there at 2:30 PM and it closed at 2:00 PM.  Just our luck.  We got back into the car only to get stuck in the miniscule amount of ice that was on the ground.  Thankfully, driving and reversing back and forth has allowed us to free ourselves from the predicament we got into.

Annan knew of a post office that processed passport applications so we decided to drive over there. Alas, it was CLOSED.  Who closes at noon? If you’re going to open, at least open for more than 4 hours! What’s the point of opening for anything less??? Most people are still sleeping at noon!  Meanwhile, it’s 4:00 PM and a sign on their door directs us to another post office on 105th & Ridgeland indicating that they are open until 5 PM.  So, we drove over there HOPING that they process passport applications (because the sign didn’t indicate what services this particular post office offers).  Once we arrived, we saw this elderly couple who were at the previous post office we’ve visited.  Apparently, they wanted to process their passport applications, also.  Thank God, this post office happened to offer the passport service.  I got mine done and so did Annan.  Annan didn’t have her original birth certificate so we were excited that the woman accepted it.

Unfortunately, we rejoiced too soon.  Annan got a call from the woman at the post office saying she can’t submit the material until she receives the original birth certificate.  LAME!

Now, Beatriz, Annan, & I are off to Portillo’s and to Crestwood to eat and watch a movie.  Au revoir.

Shocked, But Not

I’ve found out some unsettling news today.  My reaction was a combination of emotions.  I was shocked at what I’ve heard, but at the same time, seeing how this news was circulating around a certain individual, I was not.

All I can say is, wow.  I think people should learn to appreciate where they come from, how they were raised, and the people they’ve grown up with.   Leaving everything behind is extremely nonsensical.   It seems that as some people grow older, they feel that they have grown wiser.  However, generally, these people who feel that they are wiser and progressing with the decisions they are making  are only retrogressing. 

I’m ashamed of this person and, personally, if they were a part of my immediate family, I’d never utter another word to them again.  All I know is, I can’t view this person in the same light again.  Their image will forever be tarnished by their unacceptable behavior.

New Blog

Instead of posting my thoughts in notes and blogs on facebook/myspace, this will be the new home for all my writings.  It’s currently 2:40 AM and I’m wide awake (I fell asleep for like 4 hours and awoke at around 11 pm).  Anyway, I think I’ll lay down and watch “A Christmas Story” until I finally fall asleep.  Night!