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Bagels.

In Food on March 30, 2011 at 7:51 am

I decided to write about something a little lighter today and what better to write about than food?

I love eating. I mean, who doesn’t? I’m picky sometimes, but I really do enjoy eating the food I love.

I’m usually hooked on one type of food for a while and these days, it’s bagels. Bagels with cream cheese to be exact. About two weeks ago, I spotted a blueberry bagel in the freezer and I just knew I had to have it even though it seemed pretty old. I immediately popped the bagel into the toaster and rummaged through the refrigerator for some cream cheese. The bagel + cream cheese was delicious.

I don’t know why I’m so in love with bagels. Is there really a reason to why you love eating a particular food other than the fact that it stimulates your tastebuds? Well perhaps it’s because it’s easy to have anywhere at any time of the day. Or perhaps it’s because of how well the chewiness of the bagel goes along with the slightly tart cream cheese. But what I know for sure is that bagels are awesome – especially when you have it fresh with a glass of milk with cream cheese bombarded on the top.

Unlike me, my sister doesn’t like bagels. She says it’s too hard and doesn’t taste like anything. I find this quite surprising, but as I said in my post about the crayon quote, people are different and I figure this is a part of that.

Now in order to try and answer my question about why I am so in love with bagels, I decided to try and figure it out by making a list of why I think they are so awesome.

1. They come in so many types and flavors; you never get bored. Flavors include…
plain, onion, blueberry, cinnamon raisin, poppy, sesame, garlic, pumpernickel, salt, etc. My personal favorites are onion, blueberry, and cinnamon raisin.
2. They’re small and lightweight, so you can have them anywhere.
3. They’re not fried or smothered in sauce, so they’re healthier than other types of bread or pastries.
4. Just one of them can fill you up quite nicely.
5. They have a hole in the middle, so you can put your eye next to them and see through them You also won’t have to worry about losing them because you can keep them on your finger like a ring. LOL
6. They taste good with anything: cream cheese, peanut butter, butter, honey, strawberry jam……. and applying them on the bagel is exciting!
7. They have a shiny surface and it makes them look very appetizing. (and they are!)
8. They’re chewy and it’s kind of fun eating them.

Well, I’m going to go grab a bagel now. Which one should I eat? Onion or blueberry or plain?
Hmmmm… I think I’ll go with blueberry! 😀

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Goals.

In Conciousness on March 27, 2011 at 1:03 am

I set goals for myself on a regular basis. Whether they be short term or long term goals I take a moment everyday to create a list of things I have to or want to achieve. I usually organize them into a little pages file because 1. I tend to forget them if I don’t 2. They act as reminders to help me stay on task.

Usually, my short term goals lead up to my long term goals. For example, if getting a front and back walkover is my long term goal, my short term goal would be stretching my back and shoulder every night.

Yes, I am capable of setting so many goals. Yet, it seems I don’t possess the ability to achieve them. Despite the pages file that i organize to keep me on task, what usually ends up happening is me getting off guard and slowly walking away from achieving that goal. It frustrates me though I am wholly aware that it is my fault and no one else’s.

The week before spring break, I had this whole schedule planned out, and knowing my tendency to get off task, I didn’t even make it that grand. It was just simply

1. Getting three chapters of the workbook done everyday

2. Finish writing my phoenix plume article

3. Finish application

4. Get website running

5. Controlling what I eat

6. Having a good time with family

And what did I manage to complete out of these six tasks? Shamefully, only one. Rather than getting three chapters done everyday, I think I’ve done a total of three chapters during the whole week, and rather than finishing my phoenix plume article, I finished writing the title of my article. I barely managed to almost get my website running and controlling what i eat? Psssshh. Please, I just finished eating a pint of ice cream.

This happens all the time, and no matter how many times i repeat this, I seem to learn nothing. Every time, I fail to achieve my goals for the day or week or month and I get angry at myself, but yet, I repeat these mistakes over and over again.

Could it be that my goals are too far-reached? No. Could it be that I lack will power? Yes.

Though I am able to think of what I want, I don’t go through the steps to get that, and what’s most important is that I make the effort to get what I want. I can’t just stand there waiting for someone to get it for me. I need to take initiative. I need to persevere if I truly want something.

I hope I finally learn this time.

A Box of Crayons

In Conciousness on March 26, 2011 at 9:39 am

“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who’s an 8 color type…I’m like, hey girl, Magenta! and she’s like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, no I want Magenta!”

That’s what John Mayer said.
Sometimes, I feel the same way — I have a grasp of what I want in my head but I end up getting something else: something that may look like what I want at first glance but different when I approach it for appreciation. It’s frustrating at times. I want others to relish the same ecstasy I feel when my dog greets me after a long day, grieve the fall of a particular leaf I was observing, miss the days when real people used to sell subway tickets instead of the machines we have now. When I try to explain it to them, they don’t understand. Sure, they nod and act like they know what I’m talking about, but I know they don’t really know how I feel when I see a stray pigeon on the street. And so sometimes, telling people about my perception of the world seems futile at times, but I can’t help but want to share them with others. It goes the other way too. Perhaps I too am an eight-color box at times.

I’ve learned to live with it though. People are all different, and it is the culmination of this vast array of differences that makes our world so interesting. With differences, there are bound to be some aspects in life where people just can’t see things the same way, or simply, the way I want them to see it. Most likely, I am not the only person who feels this way. Who knows, I may even be a six-color box to some people.

But then again, when I look at life as a box of crayons, it is not made up of eight color boxes or sixty-four color boxes. Instead, there are so many more colors and shades that is the spice of life.

Picture Source: http://amysfinerthings.com/as-simple-as-a-box-of-crayons

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

In Conciousness on February 23, 2011 at 4:19 am

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I could switch places with my dog. Eat, sleep all day, rip up some tissues, steal Christine’s socks from the washing machine, freak out over trivial matters such as Christine finding my secret toy hiding place… unburdened by the expectations and responsibilities enforced by society.

But of course, I do realize that there is more to being a dog than eating, sleeping, and playing all day; if this were to happen, the free will bestowed upon me as a human will be taken away along with my ability to do whatever the heck I what. Even now, my dog just desperately attempted to get his paws on a piece of mango on the kitchen countertop, but to no avail.

Nonetheless, living without expectations and responsibilities sounds very appealing at times. On the contrary, not being able to express my thoughts and do what I want… not so appealing.

So which is better? Living with heavy expectations and responsibilities but with the ability to say and do what I want or without both? It’s like one of those package deals you see all the time in grocery stores. You either get them all or you don’t get them at all.

Looking at my dog whimpering by my feet for a piece of mango, I see how restricted and confined my life would be if I were to switch places with him; my whole life would be in the hands someone else and I would have very little or no say in how my life plays out. “With great power comes responsibility,” they say. And though I sometimes fear responsibility, I really don’t want to lose my ability to speak out or do what I need to for myself so I guess I just have to suck it up and live my life as it is to its fullest.

Knowing too much.

In Conciousness on February 18, 2011 at 12:11 am

I miss being little.
When I knew so little and could let my childish dreams run free.
When I took so much delight in buying a fairy for my Neopet.
When I took further delight in the fairy giving my Neopet the power to see in the dark.
When I could be satisfied by such little things.

I woke up at five today and ten minutes later, I found myself rummaging through my box of old stuff. Looking for what? I did not know. I just felt like it was something I needed to do. Everything in the box seemed so foolish, though the box was labeled “Christine’s Treasure Box” in pink, purple, and black letters. I found TONS of stuffed animals, plastic beads, my mom’s empty makeup containers, chevron bracelets, pressed coins, hemp, broken crayola crayons, pieces of rock, a badly colored wolf poster… Then i came across my old Furreal friend. Light brown fur, burgundy eyes, black nose, pink tongue sticking out, red collar. It used to be THE ultimate object of my desire. Whenever i saw commercials of it, my sister and I stared at the television in awe and I slept with it for days when my parents finally got it for me at toysrus. I remember every night before I went to sleep, I stroked its fur and dreamed that the next morning, it would magically turn into a real dog.

I also used to dream that someday Santa Claus would take me back to his workshop and make me his apprentice.
I used to play “adult” with my sister, pretending the bottle of chocolate milk was a cup of coffee and dreaming of the day when i could drink real coffee. But now I know that there are so many more things to being an adult than drinking coffee.
I dreamed of the day I would turn twelve and an owl would bring my Hogwarts acceptance letter.
I dreamed that I could earn a fortune by making friendship bracelets all my life.
I would dream that I could fly over the baseball field, using the “charm” and “magic necklace” that my friend found.
Oh I used to dream of the craziest things, and I believed that those dreams will come true.
But now I know too much of what’s real and what’s not to dream of things that can never be.
But maybe….. just maybe… it’s good to be realistic.

Picture Source: http://furrealfriendsbiscuit.com/2008/08/30/furreal-friends-biscuit-my-lovin-pup