Technology: Can You Keep Up With The Pace Of Change?

Every day, a new technological discovery is pounding on your monitor, trying to burst in and get your attention: "Hey, look at me, try me, check me out!, upload our Beta version, upgrade to the latest version, check out the newest gizmo, that new whatchamacallit"….

It is a very exciting to be so drawn into technology and the new media. Twitter keeps on trying to invade the internet world by storm as it collects your current updates and data from the major social media players. Are you connected? All these sites, like Mashable, keeps you updated on what is going on out there in the media world, Twitter, Google, Facebook, Myspace, Blogger and so on. "Mashable tweeted some very interesting news yesterday", "Google Launches Real-Time Search!" Can anyone really afford to not know about Twitter anymore? It amazes me that there are those that still withstand.

Frequently, Social Media sites broadcast innovating improvements, faster downloads, sharper images, advanced functionality. I contend again: there is no way in hell a social/new media expert out there. How could there imaginably be? I can not conceive of that. There are only those that are comfortable enough to be ok with trying to keep up with it or those that actually get it and take the initiative to get more involved. Just when you mastered the “latest” version, another one launches. Just when you think you have the latest, coolest, bad ass gadget, BANG! Another one is released. Just when we think we have it all figured out, like Windows Vista……..HERE’S WINDOWS 7

I love the changes. I like discovering them through Twitter or my Facebook news feed. I take pleasure in knowing that we have to keep learning. To me it's like an orgasm; I crave it all the time. I enjoy making my brain bigger; it's fuel to my cerebrum. I can't help it, I'm a techy. Also, I am pleased that we cannot possibly keep up with this super sonic speed. It's just fun! Adaptation takes longer for some; most brains just need a bit more time which with gaining a little of patience will help you in that department. While your brain is playing catch up, log on to your sources from Facebook, Twitter, Mashable or Plaxo. The game might be changing, but the song remains the same. You just got to be ready for it.

So take a chance- Reach out. Reach out and touch someone.

Clock Watching

Watch the magnetic pendulums sway from side to side. We are running out of time, are we? Witness it count down to the end of each day. It’s so unreal how the clock ticks life away. Every movement, every blink, every smile, every tear, every unspoken words we wanted to declare, every dreams that we are waiting and willing to share. Just take a chance, leap with no fear. Holding back won't get you anywhere. Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, we continue to clock watch. Wasting every second, every minute, every hour; Just say it, go ahead and do, don't hold back. You'll end up having something to lose or something to gain; like minutes not going to waste. Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, no more of this clock watching. Go ahead, just live in this moment just this time, get ready to let your life unwind.

Accomplishments: Should We Define Our Everyday Life By It?

“What if we did not delineate our daily life by what we attained?”

This interrogative expression set me forth on a broader path of inquiringness along with introspection. What if our daily lives were not signified by how much we attained or the notches of achievement we proudly trace off before ending the night? What if we stopped concentrating so much on marking off each item on the must-do list? What if we overhaul our own individual meanings for the term “accomplishment”? How do we, distinctly and collectively, signify our daily lives? Does our definition mimic our genuine values? For me, life’s interpretation is not about what I bring out or do not conclude. It is about who I am, who others are, and our act in relationships with each other. For me, life is not about performing, but rather about being.

I waste much of my time clocked up with classes, studying, work, and completing the essential errands that reality demands. The act of “doing” cannot be extinguished, or should it be. It is not in the “doing” that we mislay our meaning and purpose, but when the “doing” converts more valuable than just “being”. I am aware that I am often culpable of defining my own daily life by what I have attained throughout the day. Collecting away those deeds of “accomplishment” or achievement, I would characterize my life in a way that much more nearly resembles the person that I am and the fundamental values that endure within my soul. I would define my life by the love I consign and receive, by gratitude for blessings and prayers for those in need; by a balance of dedication to self and others, moments of exhilaration and harmony, the treasures of elegance and yearning; In terms of smirks and laughter, squeezes and kisses, words and affections, through artistry and dreaming, encouragement and taking chances, embracing and unleashing, comprehending and believing.

At the end of our lives, does it really matter if the lawn was mowed every Saturday? If we set aside work on a treatise in account of an afternoon spent in the company of our loved ones and the simplicity of nature? Does it matter if we worked hours overtime or did the laundry get done after dinner? For me, these are absolutely not the things that matter in the end. At the completion of my life, what will matter is that I have comprehended the strength also brittleness of love, that I have brought a difference in my own life and in others. For me, defining my everyday life means that I must intentionally embrace it, for what is it valued at the end.

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These Little Wonders

Funny the things in life that makes us contemplate. I am speaking about those things that form a dead-stop in our paths, analyzing the purposes and mysteries of life; questioning how complex those meanings and mysteries appear. If only our minds could just contain the simpleness of life's happenings rather than twisting and turning each moment into an obscure web of chaos. But such simple mindedness evades me.

Instead, I discover myself submerging in myriad of emotions, riding the waves of life's highs as well as lows, reminiscing those life-altering episodes of my past, also dreaming of an unknown destiny. I discover myself trying to analyze of all those "what ifs" and generating alternate scenarios for my life. The irony is that I like my life right now, here in this place and in this age. It's not so much desire for something else, but rather a mind and heart copious with so much life that it cannot entirely be contained. These experiences and moments that have formed the abundance of my existence, made me into whom I am today and I am very content of it.






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My Immortal

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You are the archangel from my nightmares, the beast from my dreams. Pursuing me everywhere, you are besieging me it seems. I observe your shadow in the mirror, you are usurping over me. I cannot do anything to cease it, I just want to scream. Just want to holler and shout this fluid bubbling in my veins. Tauntingly you murmur, I hear you ululate my name. The darkness is conquering me, It's approaching from deep within. You are my inner incubus bursting out through veniality. Cannot take the feverish inside. The recollections, the gloominess that keeps coming back when you pass by; I recognize I cannot disguise. The demons are following me, don't want my past to mimic. Am I intended to live? or am I meant to forfeit this beat? The ache will not leave, the tears are dropping like rain. Is the closure I've been looking for not what I've retrain? Why will you not leave? You have another lover. What? Isn't she the fulfillment of your life's routine like you wanted it to be? I won't got through this, I already learned my lesson. I feel bad for her. She's not witty. She's been trapped in your bewitchment, oh how I feel the pity. "There's more than meets the eye" I've heard people say, but in you the only thing I see is nothing that is worth me losing nor to gain. Now it's all about me, stop doing for others. Yes, I might sound selfish, but hey, I have to continued what you interrupted. Go ahead with you mistress, just leave me alone. I know better than not to mess with you, stop tormenting me, just go!

Courage: Without Conscience Is A Wild Beast

O forsaken heart so shy of proposal,
Like the timid "sensitive plant" that shuts its lips
to the feeble caress of tender finger tips


Your lustrous-warm eyes are too contemplatively kind
To disguise the relevance of your calming tale,
Your guarded life too enchantingly frail
In opposition of the bullets of my combating mind.

There is no part of the unloosening world,          
Even exposed rocks where the birds create their nest,
Will give us mild and congenial rest.
No degeneracy diminishes this vast belt of insufficiency.

That light in bundled files in all the grounds,
we may join ravenous, concord hands,
And toast our share of eager love and life.



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Living with a Baby Boomer: A GenYer's Experience

Several of us were raised by a Gen-X, their parents. In other cases, many are not that lucky to do so, let alone end in foster homes. Me, I wound up living with my grandma, a baby boomer, after my parents passing away. “Oh great, I am stuck with an old school. I am in big trouble now”.  I had been about 10-12 when my grandma attained custody of me between my other relatives. “At least I did not end in a foster home”. I thought to myself after I moved in with grandma Elsie. She was an admirable grandmother. Affectionate and feed me well. It seemed like I lived in a fairy tale. Well, everything changed with I turned 15 as I developed my own personality like every other child at that stage. I thought everything I said or did was valid. “It’s my way or the highway”. You know how teenagers are; they think that they rule the world, but if you see it at a baby boomers perspective, it was totally the opposite. It all started with her telling me to watch less T.V and help her with paint the house.

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“Hard work pays off” she would say.  Paint the house? I wanted to watch cartoons! She always had me doing some type of labor.Then came what type of music I was listening to. At that age, I was listing to Hanson, Backstreet Boys, Celine Dion and a little of Kris Kross. She continuously would knock at my bedroom door retelling me to turn off that gibberish and to start listening to some authentic music like Frank Sinatra, Harry Belafonte and Héctor Lavoe. That fight went on for years. As I got older I started to listen to some rock and oh lord did that make it worse. Oh and let’s not talk about finances. It took me awhile to determine how pessimistic some baby boomers are about their own finances and others. If I craved something, she would say I do not have the money or we need to save. “We cannot waste money on things we do not really need”; that use to be saying, especially when I truly wanted something, like a toy or a CD. At one point I wanted to run away! I was going crazy. I could not take it anymore. “You cannot do this”, you cannot do that”, you’ not responsible enough” You do not know any better” “You're immature.” What. The. Hell!  When I turned 20 one, she literally told me that if I do not leave before 9oclock, that I could not go out because that was the time the “hookers” and “sluts” when to do their business. Isn’t funny how the mind of a Baby-boomer is totally opposite to a GenY’s? Living with her made me realize how different our minds are in every aspect. Our Values, Morals. Our social opinions and how we spoke. I know I was young then, but how can I have learned from my experience if she was telling me what to do? I desired to learn on my own. I wanted to fail, knowing the consequences. She wanted me to be similar to her; to take the good, or what she though was. I am not living in her “era” I cannot act or think like she does. I can only take but just a little. I want to me be. The person I’ve become. One morning I realized.  I did learn something. Living with her was not that bad. It has made me the person I am now, what she wanted. It all happened without me noticing. 

The Outcome:

I don’t regret living with her, even though for ten years it was a tug-of-war. I have to say I’ve learn at lot from the experience. If I didn’t, that would have been ten years of wasted time. Their values and aspirations set the tone for everyone. Honor and respect for the family, absolute values of right and wrong and diligent work ethics. One of the things I cherish and admire her for teaching me was respect towards authority, the elderly. Till this day, an old man can cruse the day I was born, and I won’t say a thing, I’ll just keep on walking. We’ll, the thought of something may cross my mind, but I will remain my mouth shut. Ha. I’ve also learn not to tell her that she is too old to do something innovative and experimental. She is Boomer and Boomers are all special in their own unique ways.

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Dream Stalker: Unleashed

I am aware most children go through the phase of "The Boggie Man" under the bed. Or the monster in the closet, but mine was entirely contrary from the rest of it. If you are frightened of the Boogie Man, you can actually sleep with Mom or Dad and you will be fine. With the closet monster you can just seal the door and it's done. With what I've experienced, noting could help at the time, expect getting over it on my own.

I remember it all clearly like if it was yesterday. I was like 7 or 8. I still cannot believe my parents let me go through this. Guess they wanted me to toughen up? I still cannot figure out the answer to it. All I know is that it happened and he still lingers. Who is he? Well, let me describe it for you.

"Welcome To Prime Time B*tch" He use to say. He lingers through the darkness. Waiting, just waiting for those innocent ones. The gullible type. Those who seem comfy between those warm blankets. Sleeping with a night light will relieve the fear. Sleeping with your parents either. He just will not go away. He never dies. He is still out there. A striped cherry and green sweater, old trousers, worn working boots and a green cat hat; that's was he wore. A glove with razor-sharp "finger knives". Disfigured, burned face. Just the thought of it make me relive the my childhood nightmare. And children use to sing this jingle that still gives me the creeps! "One, two, Freddy's coming for you...Three, four, better lock your door...Five, six, grab your crucifix...Seven, eight, gonna stay up late...Nine, ten, never sleep again."



By now, you should know who am I referring to. If not, let me introduce him to you. Here's Mr Kruger.

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Yuck! His picture still makes my stomach turn. Yes this man hauntes you in your dreams! Who would want to sleep after watching his movies? I was terrified of this man. The ironic part this is I have seen all his movies. Yes, I have. Crazy isn't it? I just thought that by seeing all of his movies, waiting for him to die would actually help me overcome my fears. I was wrong. It got worse. I didn't sleep for years. Didn't want to take sleeping aid because I thought he would definitely get him. I was a total wreak! Don't ask me how I got over the fear. All I know is, I did. I sleep peacefully in my warm bed. I think it was so traumatizing that I blocked it out of my system. Nightmares. Some remaining with you, others fading not to comeback. But the flashbacks of them stay with you. Some firm, others growing dim.





PS. Freddy ain't dead. How do I know? Well....


"A Nightmare On Elm Street (Remake)"

So, who or what was your dream stalker?






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Four Seasons

Come and go with previous notice. Like the leaves from apple green meander to brown in Autumn. As the leaves begin to arid off and cast along to the ground, the frigid gust of this month blows the anesthetized crumbled pieces of me that still wonders along.

Obscure Motives

In the dimness of darkness I stay wavering; observing others deliver you exaltation, flattery and offer you their servility.
While I pondering on how I can become more fearless and less timid, I decide to remain with my existence hidden.

Love In The Office? I Don't Think So

We spend the majority of time at work. 40 hours of  the week or even more. Due to this, most single men and women don’t have the time to socialize and meet new people. Naturally we go ahead and seek potential  partners within our surroundings. Don't be surprise if romance springs up because Cupid's arrow pierces through those cubicle walls.

"Oh, I get to see him all day and eat lunch with him" Blah, blah, blah. Yeah, at first we think this is a wonderful idea because we met someone of similar background and interest. Why not, right? The hard work doesn't give us time for socializing, why not give it a shot if you've found the person you were looking for in your work place? Well, honey, think again. There are huge consequences of workplace romance which can be an headache and maybe even cause you to get fired.

Office romance can decrease work efficiency. You lack of focus because you're busy thinking about your office lover. It causes failure to present new ideas, multitask and even have a loss of the competition edge. All these are huge signs that maybe, just maybe, if you love your job, you might have to just reconsider the choice of having an office romance. Think of what you want out of the relationship. Just sit down and contemplate about what your job means to you. Be clear about the consequences that my occur. Is it worth it? It may be extremely difficult to see what there is to lose when diving into a relationship if you're really into this person. But on the other hand, if it doesn't work out, it could damage your professional reputation. Office gossip, jealousy; not to mention the possibility you'll have to keep working with him/her after the breakup.

I've experience, at my current job, the employees that were involved in their office romance, handled it like adults and move on with their respective lives. I have yet to see an office romance resulting into a bad scene, but I'm aware this may happen on a regular basis at workplaces. This just scares me. I would never even consider dating someone at work. I may like someone, but that doesn't mean I will jeopardize my job for something that I know might go downhill and will have me stressing out all day. I'll just keep him as an eye candy. That won't do me any harm, right? Anyway, like every other person, We need time for ourselves. Why would you want to see your "office lover" five days a week for eight hours or more? Then that's without all the nagging, complaining about " You don't even talk to me at work".  These are some of the consequences I wouldn't want to deal with either. The jealousy that might creep up; if your boss is playing favorites, when its time to get a promotion, why did he/she get it if I work harder than him/her? Just me writing about it is making me twitch. I mean, don't get me wrong. I know people who were lucky with their office romance; actually got married three months ago and live happily ever after, but that doesn't mean everyone is going to have that same luck. All I know is the thought of an office romance does not even cross my mind whatsoever and never will.


Have you had an office romance? If so, I would like to hear your opinion about it. Is it really worth it? Or do you just lose touch with reality.




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Closure: I'm Ready To Let Go

It's been a year and a half, At last, it's all coming to an end. Overpowered by all these feelings I had to bend. Reshaping them back into the state that they were in. No one apprehends, this is the most I've had to submit. But one thing's for sure, the next time I'll bend, I won't bend till I break.I was his everything, I was his "dream", I was everything, but he didn't see. It took me time to realize it couldn't mean less to him, than it does to me.

Freaking Friday

HALLELUJAH! It's Friday!!! I just want to cherish the fact that I have two days of doing non-work relative things to look forward to; like watch my little sister play soccer, or just chill with my friends at a bar. Ah, what a bliss!

Well, I'll get this short today. Here is something I received on my email  by one of my friends. Thanks Mike!!

"I don’t care if Monday’s blue

Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too

Thursday I don’t care about you

It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart

Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start

It’s Friday I’m in love

Saturday, wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday, never hesitate…

I don’t care if Mondays black

Tuesday, Wednesday – heart attack

Thursday, never looking back

It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday, you can hold your head

Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed

Or Thursday – watch the walls instead

It’s Friday, I’m in love

Saturday, wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday, never hesitate…

Dressed up to the eyes

It’s a wonderful surprise

To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throwing out your frown

And just smiling at the sound

And as sleek as a sheik

Spinning round and round

Always take a big bite

It’s such a gorgeous sight

To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough

Enough of this stuff

It’s Friday, I’m in love

I don’t care if Monday’s blue

Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too

Thursday I don’t care about you

It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart

Thursday doesn’t even start

It’s Friday I’m in love"

Inspirational Sparks

We all have those who inspire us. Those who encourage us to do better, be better, and want better. Those people who create that spark of "divine guidance or influence exerted directly on the mind and soul". Some call them role models. Others call them mentors. People we look up to, people who we respect and don't take for granted. Those who we will be loyal to in the good and bad. These great people I am about to mention are so worthy, I'm trying to find words to describe how amazing they are and how grateful I am to at least have them as my cyber peeps and no matter what happens, if they're upset, disappointed or even give me the cold shoulder, I will always support them 100%. They have my back and my loyalty.

Querida Madre.....

Hi Mom. Uhm. It's been so long since I've spoken to you. It's been 16yrs since you've been gone. I'm sorry I haven't gotten the guts to talk you. I actually can't. I'm scared. I choke up. You see, my eyes are teary now. This is why I haven't, it's time. Here it goes....

This month I hate. Since it's the month God took you away. Let me start by saying I miss you. Albert too. He still hasn't comes to grips of your lost; I've tried to console him, but it hasn't work. He's 28 now and if it hasn't helped him, guess there's nothing I could do now, or is there? He's engaged with this lovely girl. Don't worry, she treats him well and feeds him right. I haven't spoken to him in years. You know how it is.... Everyone goes on with there lives. It's sad but true.

I truly miss you. I wish you would of have been there when I need you. I still need you. I've come a long way. I'm a new person. If you saw me now, you wouldn't recognize me. I'm all grown up. I'm a women. A women who's determined to accomplish what she aspires in life. I love life and am willing to live it to the fullest! Just wish you could of been there mom. You would be so proud of me. I never gave up. I kept struggling. Kept on motivating myself. Even though I never had the support nor the motivation of my other family members, I did it on my own.

Sometimes I feel lost. I need your advise. Who is going to give it to me? Who will I turn too? I really need you near. I miss when you use to sing to me and tucked me in bed. I miss you doing my hair, picking out my clothes. I still eat M&M because they were you favorite. I remember you saying that " always eat the green one last, because they'll give you good luck". I still do. I have tons of pictures of you, Albert and I. I look at them time to time whenever I feel the nostalgia. But I always look at them on October, this month, because it's when the thought of you crosses my mind the most.

Hey mom? You know what I regret me not doing? Track & Field like you did back in high school and college. I should of. I'm fast, you know I am. Wish I appeared in the paper like you. I know if you were alive, you would of motivated me to do so. It sucks because when God took you awake, I felt like I was dreaming. "It can't be!" I was in shock. In such a shock, I came to grips with it when I was 17 and started to sob like if it just happened then. I need help. It was a miracle the thought of suicide didn't pop up, because, seriously, I don't remember my Adolescence years at all. Abuela says I use to be in my room for long periods of time.

How am I doing now? Well......guess I'll have to tell you another time. It's a long story. I have lots to say. It's been a journey. Lots of ups and downs, but all know is, I'm aiming high and I know when I tell you, you'll be so proud to know how I stand now and the person who've I become......




To Be Continued.....

Rambling Of Burning Desire

Don't know why I'm feeling like this, but I gotta come to grips, that this feeling is making me sick. Looking at me, I could only guess what I'm thinking. These feelings are aroused and the night is waiting, hoping you'll realize before it starts fading.

The adventure starts while we kiss. The tingly spark makes my toes cringe. My beat is like the wind in overdrive. This feeling is causing me to loose my mind.



The desire, drink up your body, Cinnamon and fire. Oh the desire, feel the moment, the passion, the power.


Calm down, everything has it's time, don't want to push my self, take it one step at a time.

Don't run too fast or the sweet becomes bitter, keep sailing.
Wait for this trip which could be yours and mine, but don't wait to long, here comes the cry when you don't get to see the moment our finger intertwine.

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National Grouch Day?!?! WTF?!?!

If your a grouch then this is the perfect day just for you! Today is the day where you actually have an excuse to be grouchy all day long. Who in the heck would have known , other than myself, that there would be a such  day like “National Grouch Day”? I'm assuming that it’s just a day for fun, especially in the mid of October, when the weather is chilly enough that it causes everyone to want to take a day off from the tiring and blah routine. I'm not speaking for myself since I have yet to experience a bad day at work.



Well, for all those who do celebrate it, I'll just think of it as a day to drop the “nice” act and allow my inner grouchiness to get lose and go ape shit on everyone all day. The bad thing here is, I AM NOT A GROUCH!. I'm usually calm and conscientious, but since it IS the "National Grouch Day", I'll give it a try. Hmmmm, what would I do if I were a grouch, what would I do?!?........

• I'll be a total a-hole driver who cuts people off, refuses to use a turn signal. I might also toss in some rude gesture, hehe 

• Be condescending to my co-workers. Better yet, I'll alienate everyone who crosses my path at work. (I hate people who are condescending, but since this is me being a "grouch", I'll play along with it)

• I'll bitch to everyone all day! About how come the guys didn't  put the toilet sit down after they used it or how I have to wake up at the crack of ass every morning then too tired to head to my night classes.
  

Whew!! Enough with the grouchiness. It's not in my nature. Well, even though it's grouch day and you're not suppose to say "nice" things to anyone, I have to go with my mood.....HAVE AN AWESOME DAY! :-D



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Downtime -Time To Hibernate

Social networking, blogging and reading articles, are a major part in my life. I am certain that I'm not the only person who thinks the same about this. Sometimes we need to disconnect, unplug ourselves from the "Cyber World" so we can recharge our battery to continue when we reconnect. It is a way to stay productive and keep our creativity going from day to day, preventing our brain to "freeze" and not having to hit control-alt-delete.

Here is a list of things I do when I'm unplugged and charging.

• Soccer:  Don't get to excited now. It's not what you're thinking. I DON'T play but I wish I had. I actually go to my little sister's soccer games and tournaments. She's 12 and plays in a club team here in Baltimore. The great part of this is we travel to different states. It's none of that around the corner games. Every season, we head to Richmond, WAGS (aka Washington Area Girls Soccer League), North Carolina, Pennsylvania and now this weekend she is playing on the State Cup 2010 here in Maryland. I am so stoked and proud of her.

• Read: I enjoy reading on a Sunday afternoon. Right now, I'm reading Penelope Trunk's Book " A New Road to Success". It's really interesting I must say. I recommend it to everyone. My Favorite kind of books are suspense and drama. I know, how ironic. I hate drama in general, especially if it's in my everyday life or people who bring it along with them, and here I am reading those types of books.

• Music: I heart my I-POD! Other that my hand bound leather journal, that is my second personal possession. I just love to put the head phones on and just drift away to my own world. It's just a way for me to disconnect from everything and everyone; for at least and hour.

• The Great Outdoors: Ahh, how I love to just go out an expolore God's creation. Go on a bike ride, walk at the park, play volleyball, go hiking. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to go hiking since my little sister made the her soccer club team. It's been hectic, but I will definitely get back to it. I'm thinking to head to Vermont before this year ends because I might consider snowbording. Any good spots?

Well, there you go. This is what I do when I disconnect from the Cyber World. I do other things but I'm not putting it all out there. Little by litte, you'll get to know me; not all of it, but just enough to grab your attention and like me a tiny bit.

So, what do you do when you unplug yourself from the cyber world?


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