Did I Just Say That?!

I spent less than three months in the Philippines where the electricity cutting in and out is quite normal. Except in the Philippines they aren’t call blackouts…but brownouts. Weird. I know.

Yesterday in southern, sunny, and hot California it topped 93 degrees. Yes, I know, it’s November. Y’all don’t think living in SoCal is what it’s all cracked up to be now, is it but I digress. Last night I was driving home and noticed a while grid was experiencing a blackout. Stores, street lamps, traffic lights the whole she-bang. Although as I was driving by I said, oh wow it’s a brownout!

TIME OUT! Did I just say that?

Bye-Bye Student Loans!

It’s official! As of today, I am no longer paying for student loans!

TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Three years after graduation.

Two different jobs.

Took a cruise to Mexico.

A trip to Chicago for July 4th and SC to my alma mater.

Next up my CPA exam!

Day 3 of Honesty

Day 03 — Regardless of my current status, do I believe a person should save himself for marriage…

Yes, I do believe one should save him/her self for marriage. Why? Because of respect for myself and my future husband. Currently, kids get into relationships in elementary and JR high… They do things that kids shouldn’t even think about doing but they 12, 13, 14 years old.  Sadly, 99% these kids aren’t going to be marrying their first love. These kids are 12, 13, 14; they probably aren’t going to get married until 24, 25, 30 years old. How many partners will they ‘give’ themselves away to? How many partners will they have said, “I love you” to?

Respect is not the only reason I save myself for marriage but because God expects that of me; to stay pure and save myself for marriage.

A Beautiful Day Calls for a Photo Shoot

All Photos Taken By Darlene Torres

Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills

Improvised Art

Expensive Toys

Los Angeles, CA from Griffith Observatory

Walking around Rodeo Drive

All photos taken by Darlene Torres

Boy, do me a favor, PLEASE! Pt 2

This is one of those posts that will continue… Click here to read the first post 

Do not text me if you’re planning to ask me out. Call me. Ask me in person. If you text me I’ll take it as a casual “Let’s hang out, friend” 

 

Yes, I expect you to pay. You asked me out. I’m taking time out of my schedule to “entertain’ you. You pay. If you would rather go dutch, let me call my girls to join me.

 

I see you ogling the girl. I’m not blind or stupid. I know when it’s a glance and a stare. 1+ looks are considered staring/ogling.

 

I hate hearing the word trust. Sadly but honestly, you are guilty until you are proven innocent. That’s how it goes with me.

 

Be a player and I will never talk to you again. I have high standards for friends and I have even higher standards for potential boyfriends. If you’re a player, you’re not my friend and will never be my boyfriend.

 

Don’t waste my time. If you don’t know what you are doing with your life and you aren’t even making steps to find out what you want to do, stop talking to me.

 

Call me. If you don’t want to be considered a bother then text me and ask if you can call tonight.. If you never text or sometimes text and you never call me, you and I are just friends.

 

Consider this a warning or a challenge: You have competition that already have priority in my life. My dad, my brother, my cousins, and my guy friends. They have set the bar and I love them dearly. You are required to stand out from the rest of them or you’re just another friend.

Boy, do me a favor, PLEASE!

I’ve had my share of dates the past month. One of the things that really irk me is that guys don’t really study up on a girl when they are given a chance. You can see my in my element, my environment. Me talking with my friends, me talking with adults, me sitting by myself, me playing with the kids. You can kinda get a feel of who i am. Do a little psycho-analysis. Please.

 

This is for all the guys that don’t want to do the homework…

Oh, me helping you means you’ve just slid into the friend category. Sorry 😦

 

Please talk intelligently. I’m not asking you to use big words; I’m asking you to use complete sentences. We were taught what complete sentences consist of in grade school. We have practiced complete sentences all our lives, do not start now to talk in incomplete sentences. I do not care if it’s a simple, complex, compound, complex-compound sentence; just make sure it is a sentence.

Do not make fun of other people in front of me. I have a sense of humor but my sense of humor does not consist of making fun of another or stepping on another person to put self above another. Some people are very witty. If you don’t know what witty means or what it consists of: you’re not witty and that means I don’t think you’re funny.

Do not buy me with your money. I always try to believe it’s the thought that counts. Anyone can flash around money and throw it down for everyone else. I notice when you’ve put thought into a gift or a date. Anyone can pick a place and pay for it but it really takes time and effort to make a date memorable but enjoyable.

Don’t refer to me as “man/dude”. Better yet don’t use the words “man/dude/bro”, etc in your conversation. I hardly use those words when I converse with you please do the same.

I just want to help, let me. I don’t know what it is with guys and not letting me plug-in the address to a gps so we can quickly start driving to our destination. I just want to help, I’m not trying to take over. Don’t be offended when I take something out of your already full hands, I know you are capable but I just want to help. I’m not expecting you to be perfect and mr. macho man. If that’s what you want to be though, you’re trying to woo the wrong girl.

Do not mock me. If there is one thing I hate is being mocked. The next thing I hate is being mocked with a high girly pitched voice.

Get your focus of yourself, now. Stop worrying if I like you or if you’re doing it all wrong because you are. I look for friends. I want a friend before I attach boy to the beginning of the word ‘friend’. If you won’t be my friend first and allow me to talk nonstop about stupid things and let me get comfortable around you, it will not work. EVER. Then you won’t notice that I’m really quiet and answer with mono-syllabic answers. You won’t notice that I haven’t answered your text 3 hours later. When I start talking to you again it means you’ve slid further away from boyfriend material and into friend category.

Sometimes, I want you to let me be. People have bad days. I do not need you to try to make me laugh. I just want you to listen to me vent or to just talk about something else other than my situation. I don’t need you to make me laugh. If you really wanted to brighten my day we would go do something. It doesn’t have to be fancy but something little, simple, and nice.

Do not say the same joke over and over again. After you’ve said it the second time, it’s no longer funny. After you’ve said it for 3 weeks in a row, I will hit the delete contact on my phone, Facebook, email, etc. Every now and then repeat the joke but every time we hang out? Get another joke and use it once.

Lastly, but the most important, Do NOT try to impress me. You WILL fail. It irks me to no end. It rubs me the wrong way. I will start to ignore you. I will run away when I see you.

 

So, this is the basics of Melanie. I know, it’s far from basic but that’s why I’m still single. Honest, I’m not hard to please; I just want and need to know: I’m worth it-he risk of being wooed and courted even if it doesn’t work out between us. Call me old-fashioned but that’s me, Melanie.

Delayed Gratification…

This past weekend life threw one of its many curve balls. . . Sickness, pain, suffering, were among everyone’s feelings this past week. It has caused me to ponder a bit.

In the Filipino culture we are taught at a very young age to pursue our studies to have a better life than our parents have. No matter how “well-off” we were when growing up, it’s not good enough they expect us to live better than that.

My parents have worked hard. I don’t think I grew up deprived of anything. I suppose one could make the argument that although materiality was readily accessible or able to be bought my parents never spoiled us by buying items we wanted just because they could. My parents made sacrifices for us and I have never felt the desire to take advantage of them.

I’m concerned. When have you actually reached “better” isn’t there always something “better”?

My parents have worked hard. Earning every vacation day they took whether in actual time off or dollars. As I sit here looking at their life, I would say they have reached the “American Dream” everyone hopes for. The “American Dream” right…? Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. They have definitely pursued this happiness, they found it freely in Christ. They gained a few extra things along the way: each other, 3 children, a home, a car for each driver, healthcare ( I had to throw that out there, sorry)…

Since I think they’ve reached the “American Dream” I want to know…”Have they enjoyed it?”

Everyone talks about delayed gratification. Putting off pleasure and happiness now and trading it in for sweat, hard-work, and tears. So what is the time limit of delayed? For a child, it may be graduating from High School or college. For the college student, it’s graduating from college and getting that first job. For the young adult, it’s vesting in an IRA. Do you notice how the time stamps never end? There is always one more rung on the ladder to step up to.

When is one able to enjoy his accomplishments? For the Senior, it may be the summer before starting college. For the college graduate, it may be the summer before adult responsibilities kick in (or maybe 6 months after graduation when the student loan bills start marching in). That’s when it stops though, the time. Maybe I should say that’s when time snowballs. As soon as the first bill comes in, adult life snowballs: “How do I pay this bill when I’m still looking for a job?” The questions and concerns never end.

So tell me. When does one enjoy? Does it take a medical scare to jar us from our delayed gratification goals? Does it take a family member’s death to shake us to what is really important in life? Does it take a fire to burn down all our possessions to realize we never enjoyed our “props” in the house.

So I ask you today: leave the housework for tomorrow and spend time with your children. Take a break and pick up the phone and call your parents. Sit in front of the computer and Skype with your cousin. Drive 3 hours on Saturday to visit your aunt. Write the letter, the 2 page hand-written letter you said you were going to write ages ago.

If you die in your sleep, your housework will be done by someone else but one cannot hug your child for you. One cannot write the letter you said you were going to. One cannot be ‘you’ as hard as they try.

Why me?!

So a few months ago one of the search terms used to find my blog was, “Ghetto name for Melanie”

My reaction W O W . . .

So that made me think of urban dictionary. Seth was telling me to go to Urban Dictionary and find the definition which suited me the most…

Did I find it? You bet I did!

Click here and scroll down to #6, if you are curious.

The only part that is incorrect is that I don’t have a million followers but if you would like to add to the number I do have… Click Here to Follow Me On Twitter

So what’s your urban dictionary definition for your name?

BEST BUY: Hate or Love, you tell me.

I realize I’ve been MIA/AWOL for the past two weeks, I think?

Well, I’ve been wondering what to blog about. My life has been the same old same old stuff with not much excitement sprinkled in at all. Makes me really sad because I love blogging and having my readers get a kick out of my life observations and/or experiences.

So, I’ve been thinking about blogging about the random things we talk about at work, everything about work and the people there, the random search terms people plug in to find me, or about urban dictionary. That I believe still deserves a post though so we’ll put that post on hold.

As you can tell from my title this post involves Best Buy.

Not really best buy guy but just best buy in general.

I don’t know what it is but either Best Buy really loves me or it really hates me.

I purchased a laptop 2 weeks ago. It was supposed to come with Anti-Virus software. It didn’t. So, I had to go back and get it.

Well, my laptop is fine and dandy BUT one day it decided not to charge the battery. I switched to 3-4 different sockets in the house. Nothing. It wouldn’t work. So, I asked my dad to take it back for me. Just the adapter. Fine and dandy right?

For a little bit only. THEN. When I would plug-in the adapter to my laptop to charge the battery while I was using the laptop the screen would pixel-ize and it would turn weird colors. Not on a consistent basis but enough to where it bothered me! I couldn’t just restart my computer to let it get back to normal. I had to shut-down and turn on all over again.

So, I took it back tonight and exchanged it for another one.

I got home and opened it up to check on it. UGH!

The laptop adapter has 2 parts. I only have 1 part to the 2 part adapter.

Someone tell me does Best Buy hate me or love me?

Now, I have to go back tomorrow. This is RIDICULOUS!

 

Oh, NO he wasn’t there. This is only the 2nd time I’ve gone into Best Buy and he not be there. Weird. I know. What are the odds right?!

Oh my life.

 

Interviews: The ending

Monday. I took my lunch late. Things were hectic at the office.

I’m relaxing in my car.

I receive a phone call from my old boss, Nick.

Nick: Melanie! I got a phone call from Whittier. They’re probably going to call you soon. You probably got the job.

Mind you, I’m not one to believe in here say. I must hear it myself from the source or I won’t believe you.

Nick and I continue talking about other things.

Me: Nick! Sorry I’m getting another call. Oh its Whittier. I’ll call you back!

Me: Hello, this is Melanie.

HR: Melanie! Hi this is, K from East Whittier I’m calling you regarding the Accounting Food Specialist position. Are you still interested?

Me: Oh yes! Yes, I’m very interested!

HR: Oh good. We would like to offer you the job. When can you come in so you can take your TB test and have fingerprinting done?

So, I’m taking a personal day on Wednesday to get all that stuff done and taking half-day on Friday to get the results back.

I will have to write a post re-capping my interview experiences. It’s been quite an adventure, hasn’t it?!