So another week has passed without any blogs. My apologies. I have been kept busy with some depressing news at work, in regards to the economy, the car industry, and our production jobs being put on hold. It only was a matter of time. Which we all know what this means...
And on the lighter note, I am heading to the East Coast for a week.
I am excited to escape my mundane and tiresome life for at least a few days. I look forward to meeting my boyfriend's family for the first time, visiting friends, visiting a couple of universities, and just being somewhere else, somewhere new. I miss traveling and this is a long awaited trip, which will enrich my senses. I will post up pics as soon as I can.
Yipeeeeeee!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
How do you know when you are being lied too? How do you know if someone is simply telling you what you want to hear? Not because they agree with you, but because they only want to shut you up. Seriously, if someone can't muster the strength to really show you, or in this case tell you, what is on their mind- then what is the basis of this so called friendship or relationship? My question for those who run away from confrontation is "What's the big deal?" and I would go on to say "If you do not feel comfortable in stating your opinions (whether right or wrong), then maybe you are wasting your time in pretending to be genuine and honest."And please spare me the afraid to hurt my feelings explanation. Thanks.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
I am in a positive mood tonight. Work was the same old same old. My boss has been kept busy working on his monthly reports, so I've basically got away the minimum today until 4pm. When he asked me to have a report completed by the end of the day, the only thing I hoped for was being able to leave work on time- which I did. I made a stop at the ATM before heading off to the movie theature to meet up with my coworker there. I grabbed a quick dinner and nearly typed a pissed off text to my coworker when I realized he was late...I seriously thought he had ditched me. We had planned this movie theature night for the passed week. Fortunately, he did show up 10minutes into the trailers. And unfortunately, the movie is not worth mentioning. Trust me. After the movie, I called my boyfriend to tell him my thoughts of the movie. 6.5 out of 10 rating to keep the story short.
Yesterday was my first blog in about a week. Last week was bloody hectic at work. So when I would get home, the last thing I wanted to do was go on my computer.And my attempt to put myself to sleep while blogging has worked. I am exhausted. Until tomorrow.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Prostitution...
Filthy. Disgusting. Down-Low dirty.
There's a resurgence of prostitution in my nieghborhood that I haven't seen since I was in high school. Young women. All shapes and sizes prostituting themselves to make a buck. I read once, in a book "Women comprise about 70% of the world's poor." You think about the sex trade in such places like Cambodia or India. But never would I have imagined that I would witness it infront of my house. Just because it's not children being trafficked or because these women willfully choose to do what they do, doesn't make it any less sick? The psychological and physical destruction of an individual no matter what age is morally wrong. Of course, men are not excluded from this statistic, but for the purpose of this blog, I will focus primarily on women.
With the economy down spiraling, there has been an increase of young women donating their eggs to fertility clinics and others who succumb to the streets selling their bodies. The news has a report on this the other night. I,once, considered, donating my eggs to a fertility clinic. The ads were easily found in the college newspaper. I clearly remember, "Earn extra cash and get paid up to $10,000." And in small print, "Preferably, a tall blue eyed blonde with an above average SAT score." I only fit one on the desired characteristics. I was a poor college student in need of some cash. And yes, even if I had fit the profile,I would have been afraid of what would have been the health ramifications of those extensive treatments to ovulate more and what wouldh have happened to me after the long awaited procedure. So I completely understand what goes through alot of women's minds to some extent. But I have to confess, I was not in such desperate need. So yes, I could've donated eggs, but I did not. I simply worked a part time job. But what if that was not an option? What if I had other mouths to feed? These are the questions that many young women have to face in reality.
As I drive home from a late night with my friends, I see these women, not much older than me, on the corner of a busy street.Ironically, they stand infront of my nieghborhood church. Not even hiding the fact that they are selling themselves, they chat amongst themselves. One prostitute, catches my eye. She is a petite black girl, perhaps in her early 20s, smoking a cigarette, while clutching small purse on one side, wearing shiny black pumps, short hair combed to the side, and wearing nothing more than pair of revealing tight shorts. I wonder what goes through her mind. The qouta she has to meet? How cold and tired she feels? I want to ask her. I want to ask her many questions. And I know I would seem like an arrogant ignorant cow. She will think," How dare you question my lifestyle and my work?" or she may say, "Do you think I enjoy this? Why? Because I can't find a job? That's why!" Or simply, "Why do you care? Mind your own business." My stomach turns into a knott as I see a white van pull up. There is a 30 second chat and as fast as the van pulled next to her, she is gone. Another trick. Another dollar closer to the quota.
The next morning, there is a used condom in front of my house. I notice my younger brother kicking it around with his shoe. I scold him for even allowing his shoe to touch it. I have the LAPD's Prostitution and Gambling hotline scribbled in my notebook and I keep telling my boyfriend that I want to call. (I don't know how Prostitution and Gambling can be on the same line and worse,the same number- maybe it's just me.) A part of me knows this isn't the solution. And that my goal is ultimately for asthetic reasons. I want my nieghborhood to return to how it used to be. I want it to be safe and innocent. You know, those really nice nieghborhoods on tv. But in this world today, things aren't what they seem. And honestly, what will my call to LAPD really do, except have them relocate the "business" elsewhere.
Filthy. Disgusting. Down-Low dirty.
There's a resurgence of prostitution in my nieghborhood that I haven't seen since I was in high school. Young women. All shapes and sizes prostituting themselves to make a buck. I read once, in a book "Women comprise about 70% of the world's poor." You think about the sex trade in such places like Cambodia or India. But never would I have imagined that I would witness it infront of my house. Just because it's not children being trafficked or because these women willfully choose to do what they do, doesn't make it any less sick? The psychological and physical destruction of an individual no matter what age is morally wrong. Of course, men are not excluded from this statistic, but for the purpose of this blog, I will focus primarily on women.
With the economy down spiraling, there has been an increase of young women donating their eggs to fertility clinics and others who succumb to the streets selling their bodies. The news has a report on this the other night. I,once, considered, donating my eggs to a fertility clinic. The ads were easily found in the college newspaper. I clearly remember, "Earn extra cash and get paid up to $10,000." And in small print, "Preferably, a tall blue eyed blonde with an above average SAT score." I only fit one on the desired characteristics. I was a poor college student in need of some cash. And yes, even if I had fit the profile,I would have been afraid of what would have been the health ramifications of those extensive treatments to ovulate more and what wouldh have happened to me after the long awaited procedure. So I completely understand what goes through alot of women's minds to some extent. But I have to confess, I was not in such desperate need. So yes, I could've donated eggs, but I did not. I simply worked a part time job. But what if that was not an option? What if I had other mouths to feed? These are the questions that many young women have to face in reality.
As I drive home from a late night with my friends, I see these women, not much older than me, on the corner of a busy street.Ironically, they stand infront of my nieghborhood church. Not even hiding the fact that they are selling themselves, they chat amongst themselves. One prostitute, catches my eye. She is a petite black girl, perhaps in her early 20s, smoking a cigarette, while clutching small purse on one side, wearing shiny black pumps, short hair combed to the side, and wearing nothing more than pair of revealing tight shorts. I wonder what goes through her mind. The qouta she has to meet? How cold and tired she feels? I want to ask her. I want to ask her many questions. And I know I would seem like an arrogant ignorant cow. She will think," How dare you question my lifestyle and my work?" or she may say, "Do you think I enjoy this? Why? Because I can't find a job? That's why!" Or simply, "Why do you care? Mind your own business." My stomach turns into a knott as I see a white van pull up. There is a 30 second chat and as fast as the van pulled next to her, she is gone. Another trick. Another dollar closer to the quota.
The next morning, there is a used condom in front of my house. I notice my younger brother kicking it around with his shoe. I scold him for even allowing his shoe to touch it. I have the LAPD's Prostitution and Gambling hotline scribbled in my notebook and I keep telling my boyfriend that I want to call. (I don't know how Prostitution and Gambling can be on the same line and worse,the same number- maybe it's just me.) A part of me knows this isn't the solution. And that my goal is ultimately for asthetic reasons. I want my nieghborhood to return to how it used to be. I want it to be safe and innocent. You know, those really nice nieghborhoods on tv. But in this world today, things aren't what they seem. And honestly, what will my call to LAPD really do, except have them relocate the "business" elsewhere.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
A Little About Alethia
My first year out of college has been interesting. Interesting because the future is so uncertain. No one knows where they'll be one year from now or five years from today. Cliche I know, but very true.
(I am watching the news and the Porter Ranch fire is being broadcasted live. All those houses burning down. All those residents. It's so devastating just to watch. They say the fire broke out because of a cigarette butt in a homeless camp. The dry and windy weather is contributing. Porter Ranch is one out of five fires that are occurring at the moment. Such a tragedy.)
I want to one day travel all over the world. I studied abroad before. I went to England, France, Italy, the Czech Republic, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, and Singapore. I was a student- things were different. Obviously now, my travel bug is dormant due to financial reasons. I will post up my Europe and South East Asia pictures when I get the chance.
The most important things in my life are my family and close friends. The people that love us remain fixed into our lives.
For now on, I will let my blogging do the telling.
Hi. There are several reasons why I started this blog. And I am not going to state them all completely in this intro. This isn't my first blog ever. I started blogging back in '04, but then life happened. I just like to write. I like to share ideas and opinions, and I don't expect much from this, but a venue to rant on about my day at work or whatever is on my mind.
Alethia
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)