Single Waiting

Mamihlapinatapei  (Yagan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego):  The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. Gosh! How many times have we had these moments? In a public space. Shared glances between strangers in passing. Perhaps the notion of a possible attraction between two friends yet nothing being mentioned. Albeit the word itself is not very attractive, but the intent of the meaning  is all to familiar an explanation of many a glances that are  riddled with many unsaid words.

I was watching Last Call with Carson Daly, and he interviewed 2 men out of the 5 that were wrongly accused of, and sentenced, to prison between 6-13 years. The Central Park Five is a  documentary that examines the 1989 case of five black and Latino teenagers who were convicted of raping a white woman in Central Park. After having spent between 6 and 13 years each in prison, a serial rapist confessed to the crime. If you are interested in documentaries, I would say to take a look at this one. Our legal  system is one that has always interested me and puzzled me at the same time. Rules and mandates made by men centuries ago that are still followed in law, but  to me, cases then, are not, nor have the same predicaments that we do now. It's astonishing that these 5 young men got bullied into  confessing to a crime because they were the scapegoats. Not because they were guilty. But because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. If you think justice was

Koi No Yokan   (Japanese):  The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love. He's got the right idea!

I have had this conversation so many times with friends about the brand Facebook and Instagram and the effects it has had on our generation/ and society. It can be cumbersome to maintain, and it also becomes a bit like fuel to a fire with stoking the  attitude of narcissism. I say this because often I have found myself checking, and re-checking the amount of likes I can get on a status update. Or a picture documenting my life to prove to people that my life isn't lonely. That I'm always doing something. Make them want to be friends with me. But why should I care about the promotion of my life being enviable to people that I don't really  even like being around? I read a comment a Tumblr user posted about Facebook and it made me laugh, nod, and agree. "I had it, but deactivated a while ago. Hate it. While there are some benefits to facebook like networking/building business relationships and keeping in contact with friends overseas, there are a lot of neg

Bare with me here as I get a little lazy in my writing. But I don't & can't write anything on this book except for the  synopsis of it. I once again was watching Carson Daly and he was interviewing this young man. Who received a high honor in his efforts of saving members in his infantry as well as civilians in Afghanistan. " In the fall of 2009, Taliban insurgents ambushed a patrol of Afghan soldiers and Marine advisors in a mountain village called Ganjigal. Firing from entrenched positions, the enemy was positioned to wipe out one hundred men who were pinned down and were repeatedly refused artillery support. Ordered to remain behind with the vehicles, twenty-one year-old Marine corporal Dakota Meyer disobeyed orders and attacked to rescue his comrades.              With a brave driver at the wheel, Meyer stood in the gun turret exposed to withering fire, rallying Afghan troops to follow. Over the course of the five hours, he charged into the valley

La Douleur Exquise   (French):  The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have. Why is this the case? Single life has had me asking that question often. I have never gotten a clear answer except, he's not it. Later on down the road I am more equipped in my thoughts to know why things didn't work out. But that moment in time that seems like it  encompasses your entire world is a great deal of frustration and anger. Sometimes of inadequacy. When I feel that way, I know that I was never really ready to handle the very thing I wanted so badly. I have not had to ask myself this question for a good while. I'm grateful for that. I presume God has actively stripped away all distraction of this being of importance to me. I'm okay with that. I hope to be settled in it if it  should be the case in 6 months, or even another year. But God help me, if I must continue waiting. I need to  bear the strongest heart t

Cafuné   (Brazilian Portuguese):  The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone’s hair.  It's the little things. Do you remember reading about how intimate certain acts were in the 1800s that had nothing to do with the act of sex? I mean flirting without the aggressiveness of today's flirting standards.  I think I may be in very small class of girls who sees very little things like hand holding as a sweet gesture and can take it as being a bit forward. All of my thoughts on it sound so dated, but that's the type of thing that makes my heart flutter a bit.  When it comes to dating, I like the sweet and sincere. Not really the over the top. But due to my history of guys, I need their actions and words to line up so I can tell what it is that they actually mean. (Twisting handkerchief in both hands)

As some of you know, I have been diligently trying to raise money for my mission trip that is quickly approaching in 51 days now!! And with that, I have come up with a few Italian dinner sessions to help raise money. Back in December when things were really crazy for the holidays, a few of my friends came out in support. I got to talk to them about what the mission trip was for and about, I got to make some lasagna and cake. It was really lovely and blessed my heart. I had a moment of discouragement when out of the 8 people that had originally RSVP'd, only 4 could come. I had to quickly pray for my attitude to not be wavered in that. I still had a good turn out. I still got to do what I set out to do. A lovely friend offered up her home for me to set up the dinner, and God got to meet the needs of what needed to be met. So there was and is nothing to worry about. I think about this a lot in regards to mission trip finding. Where it m

This will be documentation of all the bands/most of the bands I think that will be big in 2013 or just who I think should be known. It's a musical appetito you didn't even know you were craving. With that being said. Here are some of my top bands. If you've never heard of them yet, don't worry. They toured with Coldplay this summer and they blew my mind. Saw them  when they came to Orlando to play at The Social. You will not regret buying their album.  Wolfgang//Back to Back Album//Suego Faults Follow on Twitter: @wolfgang Air Traffic is a unique band, but he isn't Air Traffic. He's what was formerly Air Traffic. Now, Soft Bullets is apart of his new act. Take a listen, tell me what you think. I'm a sucker for great soft piano melodies, on the beach, with a perfect ceramic coffee cup and birds chirping in the background. ;p Chris Wall/Soft Bullets Song//Posterity Told you I liked pianos. This girl is a b

I'm not saying I wouldn't want to watch it, because it already is an interesting story and I've always liked it as a kid. And always kind of felt bad for the giant. He didn't have anyone, and I think he was a bit misunderstood. If anyone can tell me what else this kid played in when he was younger... that'd be great. I can't remember.

A moment in my life has come and gone. A moment that has made me stronger. Letting something go that isn't yours. I'm no stranger to the act, I've done in many times and it's never gotten any easier. Each time a lump is lodged in my throat, stifling my breathing. Hot tears swell up in my eyes before having a chance to escape for freedom. I deleted all of his messages, our messages from my phone. As I hit 'delete all', my mouth dried and I was hesitant of erasing memories. The lump still in my throat. The tears beginning to heat. "All messages have been deleted." Enough. Enough now. Was all I could think to mimic from Love Actually. I rolled my windows down. The temperatures were in the 30s and all I cared about was letting him go. Having some control of letting it go. The chilly wind coming inside my car whipped across my cheeks. My knuckles gripped the steering wheel tighter and my jaw clinched tighter. I

If you have not realized it yet, I am completely and irrevocably in love  with the impact that British music plays in my life. I can't help it. I just have a fascination with British music. I don't know if it's because musically they have managed to preserve  the style of music that was so deeply rooted in American culture. Don't worry, I'm not discrediting the amazing American musicians that are still alive today and cracking out the same beautiful music they did all that time ago. As a society, we have somehow succumbed to the pressures of pop music becoming the general music of todays airwaves. What happened to really great music that didn't have a dub to step to? (Nothing wrong with it in good taste) How many breakup songs with weak lyrics are we going to have to listen to? (I get it, people break up. But there is an inherent difference between singing " We are never ever ever getting back together. You go talk to your friends