<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:58:39.246-05:00</updated><category term='ACLU'/><category term='2009'/><category term='books'/><category term='green day'/><category term='bras'/><category term='victoria&apos;s secret'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Grant Park'/><category term='Boston Legal'/><category term='travel'/><category term='the Great Schlep'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='family'/><category term='souvenirs'/><category term='pets'/><category term='cities'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='work'/><category 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just about a little of everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-6727339707728588160</id><published>2009-03-29T00:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:20:42.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me in RAW form</title><content type='html'>i hate to see that i've only posted once since 2009 began so here's my attempt to amend that. i warn you now, this entry will probably have just a bunch of random thoughts strewn all over it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spring officially started last week but yet winter had to revisit us again this weekend. so along with the blah weather, i'm feeling blahs myself. funny how i only want to write when i'm feeling blah. so i guess you can surmise from my lack of blog posts that life overall has been fairly good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently i've made a few realizations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i will never have another spring break, christmas break, or winter break ever again in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my weekly schedule is now owned by corporate america&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i am my mother's daughter in more ways than i'm proud of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i'm demanding, impatient, and sometimes stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-however my early awareness of the above is hope that i can improve for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i'm easily influenced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i'm afraid i'm in over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i'm way more inexperienced than i thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i have a strong hunger for real, honest companionship and i'm afraid it's going to scare people away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i get easily distracted from my goals and need to refocus. the GRE has been indefinitely put on the backburner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i sometimes don't know why i do what i do. *shrug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i focus too much on the details and not the big picture. working on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i often stick my foot in my mouth...i.e. this week i said the stupidest thing i could possibly come up with: "how many quarters are there in a year?" of course i knew the answer, i just had an urge to say it in question form!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i can be such a Girl i annoy myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i sin. every single day. yet God keeps giving me chances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you see...i'm not perfect. in fact this is just a sampling of how far from perfect i really am. so thank you for still taking and accepting me just as I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>my life as shaped by 2008</title><content type='html'>sorry folks, it's been a while since i've last been in touch with my laptop here. It's not like me to delay so long on my reflections on the past year and foresights for the new year however I have good reason (as i always do). my cousin Toots arrived from the philippines shortly before Christmas to temporarily live with my family and since she's not working, the majority of her time is spent on my laptop--every day. i'm not casting blame on her for my lack of writing because of course all i have to do to get it back is ask. so my second reason is due to some great news and development in my professional life. i mentioned in some of my past entries that i began working for Apple retail in October. i took advantage of the few hours i was scheduled each week to highlight my work ethic, exemplary customer service skills and enthusiasm ; ) ...nonetheless my hard work paid off because amidst the din and chaos of holiday shopping, my managers reviewed my month-to-month progress, general attitude and effort and offered me the honor of a full-time position. i was ecstatic and considering that i did not receive word from any of the other organizations i applied to, i readily accepted. this certainly is not the economic environment in which one should be picky especially if it comes wrapped with a great team and benefits. it's been a full month since THE offer and i'm definitely happy and excited to see where the road of 2009 will lead me. so far, the customer experiences i've encountered have enriched my life and provided me reason to wake up every morning. i will have to expand on some of those encounters in a future post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today really is just meant for catching up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 has come and gone. in retrospect, i would consider it to have been a very climactic year in my short life. my plans changed from month to month, some decisions which seemed trivial then turned out to be quite significant in shaping the path for future plans and decisions to follow. i didn't write about it then, but last spring i had in my mind that i would spend 6 months after graduation living abroad in london off the little cash i had saved up, the surplus student loans i had in my account, and peddling for a part-time job wherever i could get one. after much debate with friends + mentors and months of hesitation, i eventually saw reason in staying in the U.S. while beginning the steps to stabilize my life. in the short run, i have no regrets in staying here for now because had i not, i probably would not have gotten this job at Apple and this time for me to refocus my thoughts and goals for at least this year. i've decided that trying to plan ahead the next five years is just non-sensical. each minor decision made each month or year in the long run is really not that minor considering how it may affect future decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i refrain from listing resolutions or personal goals such as losing weight, blogging weekly, etc. for 2009 because i haven't really followed through with them in the past and i really haven't created one since high school. there are a couple of things i'd like to accomplish this year that i'm determined to tackle, however i may need some encouragement and motivation to get started on the first: study and take the GRE. yes, that's first on the list. while it seems minor, it's important. i don't know what grad program i want to get into yet, but getting the test done and out of the way is step 1. we'll worry about choosing a program [and school] when it's time to cross that bridge. second is: finish paying off my current debts and start a new one(s), which leads to the third goal: move out of my parents house and get an apartment. as much as i love them and appreciate the free rent, it's really time for me to live my own life. i'm more than happy to come over whenever necessary to help them with technical problems, troubleshooting, and occasionally food, but i need my own space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i guess there is one more goal for this year that doesn't really belong in the above category of "life" changes...#4 is schedule a week+ in the off-peak season to traverse to Spain with my best friend. i bought the lonely planet book last week, i have the money stashed in a CD. i just need to make sure i don't waste away my few vacation days before we actually agree on a departure date. that's currently our only obstacle, agreeing on a date. she's pretty much set on going in the summer whereas it's more convenient for me to go in the spring or fall. i'll have to keep you posted on the progress of all the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brief recap. i'm not creating 2009 resolutions, i'm establishing concrete goals that i'm determined to accomplish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. study &amp;amp; take GRE (alloting 3-4 months while working 40 hrs/week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. finish paying off current debts (3+months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. get own apartment by no later than sept. 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. agree on a date to travel to Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll see where i'm at with these by spring. i'll make sure to revisit this list often. my advice to you faithful readers is, if you've got personal goals that you'd like to attain, set specific timeframes in which to achieve them. without a timeframe and specific steps with which to reach them, they just seem like unconquerable Goliaths or unreachable Mt. Everests. it's always been helpful for me to break down those large goals into mini-goals that can be achieved one week at a time. try it and let me know how it goes for you. best wishes as we all embark on our LIFE JOURNEY's of 2009!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-7956866912017578063?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/7956866912017578063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=7956866912017578063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7956866912017578063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7956866912017578063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-as-shaped-by-2008.html' title='my life as shaped by 2008'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-7807557706574382704</id><published>2008-12-24T00:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:21:24.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>personal challenge</title><content type='html'>so much for attempting to post something at least once a week. while a lot has been going on, i just haven't had the desire to write or share about anything. also, the abundant time i used to spend online was increasingly replaced by more hours at work, which is a good thing and very grateful for it. aside from growing and developing amazing relationships with customers and team members at Apple, i've also been just going through some personal stuff that i wish would just stop re-surfacing. i'm putting all my effort into focusing on other things right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for weeks, i've been meaning to blog about my thoughts on the holidays and my friend ansley's missions in Chad...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as time allows, i try my best to catch up with Ansley's stories and experiences in Chad (&lt;a href="http://www.howeareyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;howeareyou.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;). when i reflect on the timeframe between when I was in Peru to now, I've come to the realization of how easy it's been for me to quickly forget the needs of the world. I'm saddened by how easily I've allowed myself to become wrapped up in what I want, in my goals and ambitions rather than thinking about what I can do for others with my [current] talents and resources. I thank and admire Ansley for her courage and dedication during this year-long mission because she reminds me of what's truly important -- especially during this commercially driven holiday season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I did not have to be reminded this lesson so often, unfortunately that's the reality of the human mind and time. Time is unforgiving and sometimes selective with our memories. If we don't strive to exercise/live our convictions daily, time will do it's natural course and will slowly become just merely memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, this is more a challenge for myself but i encourage you also to find a small way that you can make a difference in someone else's life this season. it can be as simple as being a listening ear, offering someone a ride who's walking through a snowstorm, or reminding the people in your lives that you appreciate and love them. this Christmas let's dig deeper beyond the checking accounts and credit cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-7807557706574382704?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/7807557706574382704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=7807557706574382704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7807557706574382704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7807557706574382704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/12/personal-challenge.html' title='personal challenge'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-5608334730355959353</id><published>2008-11-08T20:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:54:16.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grant Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rally'/><title type='text'>a New America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRZB9V23ASI/AAAAAAAAASo/lyZXaLXTW7o/s1600-h/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRZB9V23ASI/AAAAAAAAASo/lyZXaLXTW7o/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266469336351441186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as the sun sets on  Nov 4, 2008, the city of Chicago, the American nation and the world await the results of this historic election to see who will next lead this nation we call great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pushing through crowds just to stand elbow to elbow and watch CNN from a giant jumbotron with thousands of people was exactly how i preferred to spend tuesday night November 4, 2008.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY6YJM9kCI/AAAAAAAAASI/lkLQG-QKeto/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266461000717930530" /&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY4oE_cP3I/AAAAAAAAARg/uXHmgDMZK7Y/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266459075442130802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lucky to live in Chicago and be a part of this historic event! imagine people actually flew in from all over the country to be at this rally--i met a couple from Curitiba Brazil and a girl named Jamie Barnes from Atlanta, GA (whom we adopted for the rest of the evening). Jamie flew in after she got off work, arrived in Chicago at 6:00pm, partied with us, and flew back to Atlanta at 6:00am to go back to work. she was a ton of fun and we're glad we were able to share this memory with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY72FUnFnI/AAAAAAAAASY/JGzeOhPgW8o/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266462614583973490" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY712LkuZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ngOz7J8cMm4/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266462610519538066" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY6XmnHNdI/AAAAAAAAASA/6HOodRWHbIE/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266460991432373714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shortly after Ohio's electoral votes went to Obama and surpassed the needed 270, the crowds erupted in cheer as CNN announced the breaking news--America, we have a new President-Elect, Barack Obama!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY4ok6kDNI/AAAAAAAAARo/FvGT7Xi8UQg/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266459084011605202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we jumped, we screamed, and jumped some more and everyone was hugging everybody...i've never hugged so many random people but it was great because we all shared the joy of the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was invigorating, exhilirating, exciting, energizing to be amongst sooo many people sharing similar values and hopes for a new America. i'm sure all of you felt an array of emotions on this day so i will just post a few pictures and let you view the rest on my Flickr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY6W95VcGI/AAAAAAAAARw/9ahi0b6oH4w/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266460980502949986" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY6XdsceRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oVwLvH2KrhY/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266460989038819602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the election is finally over, it is our duty as an American people to come together regardless of partisan membership and work together to unite this country. it is not enough or morally correct for us to depend on one man to do all the work and mendings that loom ahead--we each have a civic duty to our communities and country to do our part to bring the CHANGE that we seek. just because Obama won doesn't mean the work is done, rather the journey is just beginning. each individual living in this country has a responsibility to him/herself to do their part and not sit back and wait for CHANGE to happen. any CHANGE begins with you, with me, with each individual...in their homes, in their communities, in their state, in the nation and as they interact with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i hope you take this challenge seriously. do your part and the CHANGE we are all seeking will come in time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRY4n8BUuYI/AAAAAAAAARY/hmsF8ovK7VQ/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266459073034107266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-5608334730355959353?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/5608334730355959353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=5608334730355959353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5608334730355959353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5608334730355959353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-america.html' title='a New America'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SRZB9V23ASI/AAAAAAAAASo/lyZXaLXTW7o/s72-c/IMG_1010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-3001006317335055629</id><published>2008-11-03T22:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:41:01.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campaigning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Salmon &amp; Spawning--Campaigning in TV shows</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist. I have to blog this one--&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy watching my shows on Monday nights..the final of my Monday line-up is Boston Legal. As we all know, tonight is the eve of a great historic election, thus it is only natural and patriotic of every single TV network to find ways to subtly slip in political messages to encourage viewers to vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the episode begins with Denny and Alan out on the balcony enjoying their regular cigar. for those who don't regularly keep up with this show, they are two of the several lawyers in the firm and are sexists, chauvinistic men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan and Denny are chatting and smoking  and Alan asks Denny if he's going to vote tomorrow. Denny says he's never missed an election, so Alan inquires whom he's going to vote for. Denny admits that he's going to vote the same way he's always voted in the past. Alan's curiosity continues to escalate and pushes him further. Denny says that his side has won 8 of the past 11 elections confirming that his vote is going towards John McCain. Alan is on the verge of making a discussion of this, but Denny quickly tries to avoid any confrontation. Before agreeing to shut up, Alan requests two reasons why Denny wants to vote for McCain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denny states that he votes according to his values. 1st reason: Because of the salmon. McCain isn't directly going to do anything about the salmon, but if he gets elected, people will migrate to Canada and indirectly improve the spawning of the salmon. 2nd reason: women. (Denny is infamous for being a womanizer) He believes that when a Republican is in power, women tend to be more vulnerable and are easier! When a Democrat is in power, women feel more empowered to take leadership roles and feminism is higher. He admitted the [popular] Republican view of women is that their role is mainly to be at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This episode (along with a host of other shows and talk shows) is basically a very clever and strategic way to integrate political messages that are very much relevant to today--literally TODAY! Denny and Alan go head to head with the government when the USDA prohibits a cattle rancher to test every one of her cows for Mad Cow Disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The episode was set to be the actual election day and half way through the day they were supposed to go and vote. Alan continues his attempts to change Denny's mind regarding his vote until they break out in a little "gun" fight involving paint bullets in the office and embarrassing themselves in front of all their colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either the writer or producer for Boston Legal is a huge Obama proponent or the Obama campaign paid ABC huge, it doesn't matter. the entire message of the episode was fairly accurate in all the facts that were presented regarding the cases that were fought and reflect views that Alan and Denny represent in the general population. In tonight's episode, Denny represented an American who appeared to have his mind made up but in reality was still susceptible to persuasion.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is these Americans that every media channel is working overtime for in the next 20+ hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if YOU are that American and you have not yet voted...please, you have less than 20 hours to make history. BE a part of History! Go out and VOTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tomorrow (24 hours from now) we're going to wake up with a NEW America."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*to find out which candidate Denny Crane ended up voting for at the end of the day, watch Boston Legal on &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bostonlegal/index?pn=index"&gt;ABC.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48bda4baaf82f1d1/490fecec0925d1e1/48bda4baaf82f1d1/8d0ba25c/-cpid/d53dc332f7bcae0e" id="W48bda4baaf82f1d1490fecec0925d1e1" width="308" height="235"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48bda4baaf82f1d1/490fecec0925d1e1/48bda4baaf82f1d1/8d0ba25c/-cpid/d53dc332f7bcae0e" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-3001006317335055629?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/3001006317335055629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=3001006317335055629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/3001006317335055629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/3001006317335055629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/11/salmon-spawning-campaigning-in-tv-shows.html' title='Salmon &amp; Spawning--Campaigning in TV shows'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-2066915285468352239</id><published>2008-10-29T23:55:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:21:08.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Leno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Silverman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Great Schlep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republicans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>politics entertaining?</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the Late Show with Jay Leno and he starts his show with short responses from children regarding the current presidential election...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of the funnier ones that stood out to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 yr. old girl--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: what will the new president do first day o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n the job? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "Lie, lie and lie some more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 yr. old boy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q: what's the difference between Democrats &amp;amp; Republicans? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "Republicans are elephants because they stomp all over Americans. Democrats are donkeys because they carry everyone on their backs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let me tell you, I really got a kick out of it. As the Nov. 4 Election day comes closer, every network is talking about McCain, Palin, Obama, &amp;amp; Joe the Plumber...you'll even catch snide remarks in Boston Legal! And SNL with their weekly updates...well, if you've been keeping up, you know what I'm talking about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;NBC has really found a way to make politics a little more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Sarah Silverman's Great Schlep for Florida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgHHX9R4Qtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgHHX9R4Qtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyways, regardless all the angles the media gives us, I encourage you to do YOUR own research on the issues that matter most to you. I know it's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 days left until the OFFICIAL LAST DAY TO VOTE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but you still have a chance to mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went with my parents to our local village hall and voted for the very first time ever in my life (I forgot to register during the last election). Unfortunately my parents and I don't share the same political views, but let me tell you, it felt great!! I really feel like my one vote counts for something. Also, take time to learn a little about your local Senate and Congress candidates. They are the ones that directly impact your community. Get to know who they are and what they represent. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.politics1.com"&gt;www.politics1.com&lt;/a&gt; is a really easy site to navigate to learn about all the candidates for each state. It provides you a complete list including their websites.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQk2rfPUarI/AAAAAAAAAOw/w6JzNfr8rEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQk2rfPUarI/AAAAAAAAAOw/w6JzNfr8rEQ/s200/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262797760307161778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What you choose in this election may not only affect the next four years of your life, but who knows may directly influence the rest of your life. Make an educated decision and choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyways, there's my speil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO MAKE A DIFFERENCE AND VOTE TODAY or NOVEMBER 4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-2066915285468352239?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/2066915285468352239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=2066915285468352239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2066915285468352239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2066915285468352239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk-shows-celebrities-on-politics.html' title='politics entertaining?'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQk2rfPUarI/AAAAAAAAAOw/w6JzNfr8rEQ/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-4579500164535910245</id><published>2008-10-27T15:01:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:58:58.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labrador retrievers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human dog relationship'/><title type='text'>lessons from tank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYg4w0-KKI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gda7g1T01WE/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYg4w0-KKI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gda7g1T01WE/s200/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261929374180845730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this lovable, black haired, labrador/australian shepherd mix joined our family three summers ago when we went to Monterey Bay, CA to help my brother settle in to his senior year of high school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as children, my brother and i always begged for a puppy but never got one. you can say tank accidentally worked his way into our home because getting a dog was never really part of the plan. we accompanied my brother to his new boarding school (Monterey Bay Academy) facing the beach and surrounded by strawberry fields. it's a beautiful place and he's very lucky he had the opportunity to go there even for just a year. anyways, we spent a couple days getting supplies for his dorm room, unpacked his stuff, painted the walls, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYhrzv4xcI/AAAAAAAAANo/WO2rK0ksF-0/s200/MBA,+PUC,+Tank+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261930251138155970" /&gt;  &lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYhswZfHkI/AAAAAAAAANw/9dVqkl3KSrA/s200/MBA,+PUC,+Tank+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261930267418762818" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYhtatKquI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bNei9qlsIRM/s200/MBA,+PUC,+Tank+051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261930278775597794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on our last day there, the day before my parents and i were supposed to head back to Chicago, the dorm dean (strategically) placed six beautiful black puppies on the front lawn of the dorm. if you know me at all, i'm instantly drawn to animals, specifically dogs and i couldn't resist. i had to go and play with them. he was busy bumping around his smaller sisters with his giant swaying butt, he barely noticed me picking him up. the moment i picked him up, my heart melted. i called for my mom to come and see the little guy (he was actually the biggest of the litter) and apparently he had the same impact on her because well...she changed her flight to accommodate a puppy, we went to a vet to get his shots on that same day, and he now lives with us and keeps us company every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYjjMJM2kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LTdCXrjdyzc/s200/MBA,+PUC,+Tank+103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261932302091213378" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (there he is playing with some boy in the dorm before we took him away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sure the dean didn't intend to lure parents into taking home a puppy that day. no actually they were probably hoping that as parents were leaving their children behind for a year to four years, they'd feel lonely and empty at home so the thought of adopting a dog would probably be more effective on Dorm Move-in day than any other day of the year. since the puppies were being given for free, they each were brought home by different sets of families that day. most stayed in california while one went on an airplane to live in the suburbs of Chicago where he is currently being pampered and probably spoiled beyond belief ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYkcAtrEnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RlnCqYvHLX0/s200/MBA,+PUC,+Tank+115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261933278275506802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parents (especially my mom) have been truly grateful for tank's company in the past three years because he essentially became their only child left at home. she would buy him sweaters and toys and oh my goodness the list goes on. but what makes life different since tank entered our home and joined our family is the constant love and joy he provides us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYlqGqetTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Z5X1IlODgq8/s200/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934619902522674" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYlq06EmjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/3ppIz_VIKZI/s200/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934632315951666" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYlraU7KMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AN3rDZ0Y3lI/s200/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934642360690882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's nothing like coming home and being greeted with a wagging tail and excited sway in his body. tank seems to know when we're not feeling so good, when we're sad or angry. i've read that labrador retrievers are especially more sensitive to human emotion than other breeds but having experienced so many things with tank in the past three years, i know that now for sure. two months ago i was extremely upset and crying about something and he just instantly came to my side. i was laying on the couch and he just did his best to console me by licking up my tears and resting his head on my shoulder. what a dog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, something happened the other day. if we're not careful to throw them away, tank has this habit of stealing paper towels from the kitchen counter. so he snatched one that probably had the smell or leftover taste of food on it and was chewing it underneath the living room coffee table. he know it's not good for him because it always gives him a hard time when he's trying to relieve himself outside, but he eats them anyway. i was trying to prevent this from happening so i got down on my knees on the opposite side of the coffee table and scolded him to drop the paper towel. he got so caught up in the moment that he growled at me and probably didn't intend to bite me but my hand was too close to his mouth. one of his teeth punctured a gash into my left ring finger and i instantly pulled back and squeezed my throbbing finger. it began bleeding and my mom came to the room to see what had happened. tank immediately knew what he'd done and came to me as if apologizing for allowing himself to get out of hand. but in my anger and pain, i refused to forgive him and yelled at him instead. i was so angry and bitter at him! since i've moved home, he and i have been constant companions every day. i make sure he doesn't miss a meal or a walk every morning and evening. and this is how he repays me?! i told him i would not speak to him for the next whole day and he really seemed to understand me. he just sat quietly on the floor and would steal a few glances at me every now and then as if to say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later that night, rather than jumping on my bed like he normally does, he just looked at me kinda hesitantly from the hallway and just had this mournful look in his eyes. he was trying to melt me with his eyes, but i wasn't going to budge. i went to bed with my finger still throbbing. the next morning when i woke up, he didn't greet me with a good morning lick, rather the mourning eyes and hesitant body language continued. he was waiting for my approval but i had to hurry and get ready for work. when i came home from work really late last night, he came to door and was waiting for me to pet him. i got down and gave him a long rub and told him that i forgave him and reminded him to never do that again and to obey when we tell him to do something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends again, i sat on the couch with my laptop and he curled up next to me. it's amazing how we humans can hold on to feelings of anger, hurt, sadness, etc, but dogs are easily let it go. when they make a mistake and you make it known to them, they acknowledge their wrong and try to instantly fix it or beg for forgiveness. they just want to be friends again. humans (us) on the other hand, we can stew and begrudge for months and months on end before we realize we have a part to play in bringing relationships whole again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i think labs (or dogs) are more sensitive to humans than humans are to humans. we are so afraid of how our response or emotions are perceived by other humans that we're afraid to be 100% transparent with everyone around us--more often than not with those that are closest to us. i think we have a lot to learn from animals, in this illustration black labrador retrievers. they can teach us how to love unconditionally and forgive when wronged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how can i apply this lesson that tank has indirectly taught me to my human relationships?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYpNpkmeeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/rZPnb7upwqg/s200/IMG_6393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261938529103411682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-4579500164535910245?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/4579500164535910245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=4579500164535910245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4579500164535910245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4579500164535910245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons-from-tank.html' title='lessons from tank'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQYg4w0-KKI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gda7g1T01WE/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-4365527224305507702</id><published>2008-10-24T22:12:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:12:39.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decluttering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catharsis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapeutic'/><title type='text'>decluttering: letting go &amp; embracing the future</title><content type='html'>Rather than trying to promise daily posts, my new goal is to write at least once a week if not every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my journey at HOME (referring to my parent's house) really just began last sunday when i unloaded my car of the remaining belongings i left behind in Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKE6XWE12I/AAAAAAAAALg/rUIcdBJlFvo/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKE6XWE12I/AAAAAAAAALg/rUIcdBJlFvo/s200/IMG_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260913452956047202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKE6jFJJOI/AAAAAAAAALo/UTF3zQIewaM/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKE6jFJJOI/AAAAAAAAALo/UTF3zQIewaM/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260913456106251490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;while i began my new job at Apple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; a month ago, i was really still a guest in my own house because i hadn't even begun to at least unpack my suitcase. how could i when the current state of my closet and bedroom has been used as storage space since i started college? there was literally no room for me and the other things i accumulated while i was away for the past five years. i was totally tempted to stack these storage bins on top of the other ones i brought home at the beginning of the summer after graduation, but like my hard drive, i knew i was coming close to reaching the ceiling before our house would be packed full of storage bins. i really did not want to unpack them and sort through the other crap in my closet and bookshelves because i knew it would not be quick and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit it, but i did just that. i lounged around the house feeling sick, watched tv with tank, and let my stuff sit in a pile in the living room while contemplating how i should begin to sort through my mess. alas, i woke up one morning (maybe it was tuesday) and decided to put my contemplating into action. unfortunately i didn't do a very good job at visually documenting every step of the process. i should have taken a "before" picture before i started attacking each corner but i only started taking photos halfway through the renovation. my room is a square with two windows (on the left of one wall), adjacent to that wall is a wall painted red. the other walls are a light gray with white trim. my parents originally positioned my bed in the corner between the windows and the red wall. at the foot of my bed was a stack of plastic drawers and a large 5-tiered bookcase against the red wall. directly to the right of the bookcase is a mirrored closet that really is not meant to contain much more than one person's regular-sized wardrobe. my mom has from time to time been guilty of storing unwanted clothes, blankets, towels, typical household odds and ends mixed in with the few items i left in there for the times i did come home for a visit. so if you were to just quickly glance in there, the closet would appear quite full. anyways, here's what my room began to look like after i started the DE-CLUTTERING process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKS6mPWocI/AAAAAAAAALw/E-VQ4a5wmh8/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKS6mPWocI/AAAAAAAAALw/E-VQ4a5wmh8/s200/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260928850117173698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dad and i rotated the bed so it would be centered against the red wall with the foot facing the opposite grey wall rather than it's previous position against the corner opposite the closet. since the goal was to also move the tall bookcase, i temporarily unloaded my library into a box until i could get the bookcase to the corner diagonal from its current position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKUV-5zZuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C3zoUy5Bsl4/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKUV-5zZuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C3zoUy5Bsl4/s200/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260930420105766626" border="0" /&gt;        &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKWKGaNNMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EEg4Uh4aM8U/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKWKGaNNMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EEg4Uh4aM8U/s200/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260932414985548994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yes, the goal was to clear up this corner and move the beige bookcase to the corner where this black bookcase is currently standing. also, to the left of the black bookcase stand two consoles side by side. they too were fully loaded with a bunch of crap i had accumulated through time. a few of the items i found are displayed below. after painstakingly sorting through each item and discarding a majority of them, i moved one console to each side of the bed. it was not an easy feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKXPPL-OZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3n9STsvj0uo/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKXPPL-OZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3n9STsvj0uo/s200/IMG_0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260933602752739730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  there were two spindles of old burnt CDs with MP3s, movies, and games my brother downloaded mixed with some originals i.e. Spice Girls and the 1996 Grammy Nominees. I began my music library at a young age (12 years ago I would've been 11 yrs. old) and at that time the iPod did not yet exist hence homemade mixes. unfortunately i think i already threw away all the old cassette tape mixes the first time we moved. so, i threw away most of the CDs, they were scratched up anyway and kept these few so my brother can reminisce and take his own journey through memory lane when he comes home for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKa7YCdLuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cwg-BgRs9U4/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKa7YCdLuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Cwg-BgRs9U4/s200/IMG_0949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260937659577872098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKa8_kzfCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bewD-n14Gao/s1600-h/IMG_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKa8_kzfCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bewD-n14Gao/s200/IMG_0960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260937687370791970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the contains of this box used to be an authentic marble vase handmade in Egypt. I went on a 5-week tour of the Middle East in summer 2005, bought this in Luxor, Egypt after seeing a man work his magic with marble stone. Considering i paid quite a bit for it and made sure the man wrapped it as securely as he could, I hand-carried it for the remainder (4 weeks) of the trip intended on gifting this to my parents when i returned home. unfortunately the contents didn't quite make it to the United States in one piece. the shards you see above actually occurred halfway through the rest of the trip. i didn't realize it until i opened it upon arrival at home. i was so heartbroken that my prized gift to my parents couldn't even resemble a vase anymore. for some reason, i couldn't part with it right away, left the shards in the box and tucked the box away down in a corner in the lower part of the console in my room. i quickly forgot about it and other items i brought home from other countries began to take up space to my already small room. i could've just thrown it away when i saw it was beyond repair, but maybe it was the thought of having spent so much money on one item only for the tangibility to be shattered before it could even be used. or maybe it was because i bought it in Egypt and even if they were just shards i could still hold on to a little bit of that experience regardless the direction our individual lives (my travel partners) would take us. maybe it was both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've decided that moving on doesn't necessarily mean i have to forget those experiences, i'm just making room for new ones. while these shards apparently meant something to me, i let them go and put them in the trash (after taking photos of them). they were only taking up precious space that i need to use for new souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next item(s): &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKhLUtZWhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kfM_xNdbcME/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKhLUtZWhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kfM_xNdbcME/s200/IMG_0977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260944530631907858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two walletbooks. huge back in junior high and high school. i decided to keep them, after all they are full of pictures and it's fun to look at them every few years just to chuckle about how much we've changed (or not) since those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKjVozPqUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DWkWu5ng4xY/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKjVozPqUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DWkWu5ng4xY/s200/IMG_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260946906847095106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  a taste of my massively increasing book collection.&lt;br /&gt;- my fave Dr. Seuss book: "Oh the Places You'll Go" gifted to me when I graduated high school from my best friend's sister.&lt;br /&gt;- a few old yearbooks&lt;br /&gt;- marketing research books i bought as reference for some papers i had to write but turned out they were quite good reads--Why We Buy by Paco Underhill is so mind-opening. I recommend you pick up a copy. You'll find yourself in the book more often than you expect.&lt;br /&gt;- some of my books were obviously for classes i.e. Advertising &amp;amp; Promotion. actually, that was probably one of my favorite classes; 1. because i loved the teacher 2. i took it as an elective 3. it's a very well-written textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did discard quite a few books, but in the end i actually ended up still keeping the majority of them. i'm now trying to convince myself to go through them again and sell some of my older textbooks despite a voice in my head telling me that i may need to refer to them some day for future papers or research i may need to do...i dunno, it seems these are the hardest items for me to let go. hmmm, don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN1WqSaepI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CWLbLe5RGiM/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN1WqSaepI/AAAAAAAAAMw/CWLbLe5RGiM/s200/IMG_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261177821867965074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  the hallway and guest bedroom where packed with stuff while i was busy moving and organizing in my room. eventually, it all got cleared out of the way and went to the garage. while i threw away lots of old papers and contents of binders that i've collected from possibly every class in college, most of the other stuff i just threw in storage bins and marked them "Garage Sale items." if anyone needs binders (i have pretty much every size), un-used college rule notebook paper, dividers (color and clear, with or without pockets), notebooks, just let me know! it'll save you some money if you're still in school! don't worry they are all in good condition, i threw away anything that was broken or looked crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN711S5NqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/M4VT9xjROp4/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN711S5NqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/M4VT9xjROp4/s200/IMG_0992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261184954468480674" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN74NYZb-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/wzETb9fgV2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN74NYZb-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/wzETb9fgV2Y/s200/IMG_0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261184995293753314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN73pET7TI/AAAAAAAAANI/fCYjqV3cL_k/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN73pET7TI/AAAAAAAAANI/fCYjqV3cL_k/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN99bT_ylI/AAAAAAAAANY/Mxh_CCGu4Ug/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN99bT_ylI/AAAAAAAAANY/Mxh_CCGu4Ug/s200/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261187283955993170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN726UeqlI/AAAAAAAAANA/olV-oW6XiDk/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN726UeqlI/AAAAAAAAANA/olV-oW6XiDk/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN726UeqlI/AAAAAAAAANA/olV-oW6XiDk/s200/IMG_0995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261184972997175890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN73pET7TI/AAAAAAAAANI/fCYjqV3cL_k/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQN73pET7TI/AAAAAAAAANI/fCYjqV3cL_k/s200/IMG_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261184985545829682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;while i still have very mismatched furniture. at least it looks cleaner, less-crowded, and organized. i removed all the things that are no longer pertinent to this part of my life and kept those that i think can still presently serve a purpose and possibly the future. of course tank is a permanent fixture that i'm glad my family attained three years ago. life wouldn't be half as entertaining without him. he's the one thing (or creature) that brings joy to this home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transitioning from a 40+ hour work week, living in my own apartment, having my own routine and activities, to working only 10 hours a week, moving everything i owned from that apartment and finding space for it in an already filled household, and coinciding with other people's (my parents) routines and schedules...this entire week was a cathartic process for me. sorting through the past and making space for the present and future is really helping me adjust and cope with the change(s) that have naturally developed in the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room wasn't the only room that went through changes, actually i re-arranged the entire family room downstairs as well, i just didn't document it. it may have only been two people living in this big house, but somehow they've just made it their own. my parents didn't intentionally shove us out of the house; my brother and i just went off to college and only came home for a weekend or week(s) here and there. since we weren't here on a daily basis, each room kinda acclimatized to my parents habits, activities, routines, etc. the entire house molded to their daily life. since i will be living with them now, i need to transition from just being a visitor to a daily resident meaning the shape and mold of the house has now to adjust to having a third person with a different lifestyle and routine. i'm not the only one adjusting, my parents are too. it's not just about them anymore, it's about all of us and living harmoniously together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this re-arranging and organizing was just the beginning of the process. the next few weeks will only see more progress in this development process i call "moving home and decluttering." next week's project is my brother's room and then maybe i'll take a break, find some recipes and take up some cooking. we'll see...it's going to be one week at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for enduring my extremely long posts and therapeutic rants. i don't assume you read it all, but if you do Reader, thanks. thanks for being there with me and going through this with me. i encourage anyone who's going through any life changes to find something productive to help you embrace the change and process it in a healthy manner. good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-4365527224305507702?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/4365527224305507702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=4365527224305507702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4365527224305507702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4365527224305507702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/10/decluttering-letting-go-embracing.html' title='decluttering: letting go &amp; embracing the future'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SQKE6XWE12I/AAAAAAAAALg/rUIcdBJlFvo/s72-c/IMG_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-1942011179824903650</id><published>2008-10-18T16:58:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:20:01.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrews University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone 3G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tina fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>udpates: i've been too busy living or no one woke me up after september ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the song, &lt;a href="http://www.greenday.com/"&gt;"wake me up when september ends?"&lt;/a&gt; yeah, it took me a little bit longer past september to wake up. now, it's mid-october. It's not that I have nothing to write about, rather I've had too many things going on that I didn't know which to blog about or if I even wanted to share what's been going on in my life. &lt;a href="http://eatmywoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;matthew&lt;/a&gt; says the truth: "if you're not blogging, it means you're too busy living."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...maybe i just wanted to wake up when october ends? haha...nice try huh? anyways, here's the updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my last entry of Aug 29, Obama and McCain have debated twice, both of which I think were quite unsuccessful and demoralizing--the American people don't want to hear two grown men bicker and throw insults at each other (you know who does what more than the other); we want to actually discuss the issues and concerns currently relevant to our lives! Plus side about the political antics, Sarah Palin has just provided more fuel for &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/vp-debate-open-palin-biden/727421/"&gt;SNL and Tina Fey&lt;/a&gt; to provide entertainment for America so we can be distracted from the reality of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;besides politics, since my last entry I stood as a bridesmaid in my childhood friend's wedding with 10 other bridesmaids and 11 groomsmen...yes, it was a VERY large wedding, but fun nonetheless. most traditional weddings are typically the same if the couple doesn't get wed in a Vegas chapel: a large bridal entourage, lots of flowers, toole, lots of guests, lots of pictures, and a dance party after the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenjybanez/sets/72157607191245549/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SPproHn5YzI/AAAAAAAAALA/lO62TSmFYbQ/s200/IMG_0679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258633851893801778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karenjybanez/sets/72157607191245549/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SPps09kRztI/AAAAAAAAALI/HAkzt4CUvnY/s200/IMG_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258635172044197586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very same weekend of my friend's wedding (Labor day weekend), i discovered that I did not get accepted for the job I really wanted, realized that I was now officially unemployed and made up for it by becoming the proud owner of my very own &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;iPhone 3G&lt;/a&gt;.  the rest of that week I spent wallowing in despair. my mood lifted momentarily when i received a phone call from Apple a few days after receiving the "bad" news. the manager at the local Apple retail store near my home had just finished reviewing the resume I [forgot] sumbitted a month before and invited me for an interview. Of course I accepted! I interviewed two days later, gave them my all, and a week later I called  back to ask the results...the follow-up phone call went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hi my name is karen. how are you doing today? i came and interviewed with Manager 1 and 2 last week and I was just calling to follow-up and see what your collective decision was?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manager: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hi, karen I was just about to call you. unfortunately, at this time we have decided to accept some of the other applicants. I'm sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: speechless. I politely thank her for her time and the opportunity to interview and hang up. still speechless. thoughts run through my head, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what could I have done better? what did I say wrong? am I really that bad of an interviewer?" etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10 minutes pass and my iPhone rings again. it's the Apple store. what else did she forget to say? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;manager:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "hi, Karen! I'm so sorry, I read the wrong file! I made a mistake and I actually wanted to tell you that we do want to go ahead with you and have you start as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speechless. "Thank you! I would love to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, here's the clincher. between the time I interviewed and the above phone call, I went back up to &lt;a href="http://www.andrews.edu/"&gt;Andrews&lt;/a&gt; to get some of my stuff and visit some friends. While I was there, a dear friend who's also the Alumni director, offered me an opportunity to do some contract work while waiting to start with Apple. I graciously accepted. who's going to turn down money and awesome experience? not me. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I respectfully told the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; store manager that I would be doing some contract work for a couple of weeks and they told me that I wouldn't be starting training anyway for another couple weeks so it ended up working out perfectly! I gained some amazing event planning experience assisting with Homecoming events for Alumni weekend, got to spend a little more time at &lt;a href="http://www.andrews.edu/"&gt;Andrews&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; was flexible enough to let me start when I completed my contract. It turned out to be a win-win situation! It definitely helped keep me from twiddling my thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out with one last event (the Harvest Picnic) on Saturday night, the last weekend of September, woke up super duper early on a Sunday morning and drove down to Chicago with a few of my belongings from my apartment. I stopped by my parents' home to check on the dog (tank) for half an hour (the parents went on a weeklong road trip) and went straight to the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; store in Oak Brook to begin my new experience in retail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a wide variety of work experiences in my short life, but never actually dabbled in retail, so why not give it a try now? who said you had to go directly to a full-time career straight out of college? there are no absolutes about post-college career options. anyways, i've always been curious to experience retail and who better to work for than the giant conglomerate &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; Inc.? I've been a huge fan and &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; user for many years now (thanks to my great friend &lt;a href="http://andriy.kharkovyy.com/"&gt;andriy&lt;/a&gt; who converted me from a Windows Sony Vaio--he was the original commercial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgzbhEc6VVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgzbhEc6VVo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after four scholastic days of training, I officially became shirted "Mac Specialist." This week marks the completion of my second official week since I finished training and I can truly say "yep, I'm proud to be working retail and working at &lt;a href="http://apple.com/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt;." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I've had some depressing moments during this whole process and transition(s) between college and home, old comfortable campus job to no job, successful interviews and contract work, i'm still grateful for having gone through these past couple of months. everyone comes out of college and goes through something different. some may seem to have more of a clearly directed path while others will fumble for a while until they realize their focus or passion or both. but regardless, we will all learn something about life and about ourselves in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've learned so far about myself during this (sometimes enduring) process is that i love to work regardless what kind of work it is. but not necessarily for the right reasons. i like to work for the experience [and money], but really i liked to be constantly working and being busy because it helps me stay distracted from the deep,  jumbled emotions that have been stockpiled for so long but have to be eventually dealt with. that's the reality i learned about myself. so now i'm accepting it and trying to find ways to be real with others and more importantly with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, in addendum (to this already long entry) i've begun to like living at home again, getting accustomed to a new routine, reconnecting with old friends, and making NEW friends! it might have just taken leaving Andrews for me to realize that there is a whole world of wonderful, beautiful people out there ready for me to discover and meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the update for the past month and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; half. hopefully i will be more faithful and blog more regularly so i don't stockpile it all in one long speil another month and half from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick recap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. interviewed for a job, got denied -- it's okay, i LIVE&lt;br /&gt;2. my friend entered the life of marriage&lt;br /&gt;3. got an &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;iPhone 3G&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;4. interviewed with Apple for retail position&lt;br /&gt;5. did contract work for &lt;a href="http://www.andrews.edu/alumni"&gt;Andrews Alumni&lt;/a&gt; office&lt;br /&gt;6. started work at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.apple.com"&gt;Apple store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. september ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. making new friends&lt;br /&gt;9. learning to deal with life's cards for me&lt;br /&gt;10. choosing to LIVE and continue my journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SPp0tCXSbtI/AAAAAAAAALY/F3R1VgN25jc/s1600-h/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SPp0tCXSbtI/AAAAAAAAALY/F3R1VgN25jc/s200/IMG_0378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258643831985958610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-1942011179824903650?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/1942011179824903650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=1942011179824903650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/1942011179824903650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/1942011179824903650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/10/udpates-ive-been-too-busy-living-or-no.html' title='udpates: i&apos;ve been too busy living or no one woke me up after september ended'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SPproHn5YzI/AAAAAAAAALA/lO62TSmFYbQ/s72-c/IMG_0679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-2993546403693715891</id><published>2008-08-29T10:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:19:01.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democratic presidential nomination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes We Can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Obama's acceptance speech in Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SLgSjrB1kxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/etH1DBRAt8o/s1600-h/g-080828-cvr-obama-827p.h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SLgSjrB1kxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/etH1DBRAt8o/s400/g-080828-cvr-obama-827p.h2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239958570500723474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With crowds screaming and chanting, "Obama! Obama! Obama! Yes We Can! Yes We Can! Yes We Can!" Barack delivers yet another empowering speech that will transcend through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the full speech here or go to &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26449114/"&gt;msnbc.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/26447607#26447607" frameborder="0" height="339" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-2993546403693715891?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/2993546403693715891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=2993546403693715891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2993546403693715891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2993546403693715891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/08/obamas-acceptance-speech-in-denver.html' title='Obama&apos;s acceptance speech in Denver'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SLgSjrB1kxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/etH1DBRAt8o/s72-c/g-080828-cvr-obama-827p.h2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-8187393911069659331</id><published>2008-08-28T11:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:47:27.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MLK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democratic presidential nomination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Have a Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Luther King Jr.'/><title type='text'>45th Anniversary of the "I Have a Dream" speech</title><content type='html'>Fourty-five years ago today, Martin Luther King Jr. gave his famous "I Have a Dream" speech. Tonight, the first African-American man in history will stand before the nation at Invesco Field and accept the Democratic Presidential Nomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about the Presidential Nomination, please go to the following sites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Obama%20Wins%20Nomination;%20Biden%20and%20Bill%20Clinton%20Rally%20Party"&gt;Obama Wins Nomination; Biden and Bill Clinton Rally Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032553/"&gt;Obama seeks to woo nation with speech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are excerpts from MLK's original speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!&lt;br /&gt;But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[you may find the rest of the speech @: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlkonline.net/dream.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.mlkonline.net/dream.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Martin Luther King!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-8187393911069659331?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/8187393911069659331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=8187393911069659331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/8187393911069659331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/8187393911069659331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/08/45th-anniversary-of-i-have-dream-speech.html' title='45th Anniversary of the &quot;I Have a Dream&quot; speech'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-1089441030770042825</id><published>2008-08-09T17:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:51:18.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victoria&apos;s secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>good friends are...</title><content type='html'>i dunno where my mother got this from, but i found it to be quite true, and yet amusing at the same time. go figure, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...good friends are like good [quality] bras --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are supportive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are comfortable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they don't let you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they don't keep you hanging, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and most importantly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are close to the heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/"&gt;Victoria's Secret&lt;/a&gt; (fyi, my mom's name is Victoria)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-1089441030770042825?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/1089441030770042825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=1089441030770042825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/1089441030770042825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/1089441030770042825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-friends-are.html' title='good friends are...'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-2654699580941524596</id><published>2008-07-20T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:05:22.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change postgrad motivation'/><title type='text'>embracing change</title><content type='html'>i've been staying away for various reasons, one is that all my current musings would only reflect the same redundancy of the last couple posts: the post-grad anxiety i've been experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was just reading a blog a PMC associate pastor wrote. he wrote about change and how the general population usually reacts to change. most people tend to run the opposite direction when confronted with change, while there are only a very small few that actually embrace change. in our current day and age, change is a constant part of life. technology, scientific discoveries, economic situations, relationships, etc all undergo change at rather rapid speeds. most of the time, it's a speed we're not yet comfortable with until it's time for another change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having progressive epiphanies on this matter when i realized what i was attempting to do--run away from change. i'm in my early 20s and have been somewhat protected from drastic changes. now that i've graduated from the safety, security, and structure of college, i was a bit caught off guard when i didn't know how i would maintain those three S's i was accustomed to having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two months of pep talks from close friends (whom i'm very thankful for), i finally decided to be a little more proactive with the change that's so-called part of [MY] life. rather than just sit and read job descriptions of what i'd ideally like to do, i finally took one and wrote the bestest coverletter and resume i could muster. just the very act of writing the company got me excited and started to alter my entire frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much more motivated, optimistic, driven, and passionate about pursuing something than i was a month ago! i realized how deep into depression i really was and the hole was only getting deeper. the very act of taking a day off to do things i really needed to do and improve my resume renewed the fervor and zeal i knew i once had within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i feel refreshed and ready to embrace the changes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; challenges that LIFE will present me. thank you God for these dear friends of mine who take time from their busy LIVES to care enough to give me some perspective and even leads to job opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am LIFE! I'm ready for ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-2654699580941524596?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/2654699580941524596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=2654699580941524596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2654699580941524596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2654699580941524596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/07/embracing-change.html' title='embracing change'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-7933424286480045354</id><published>2008-06-21T21:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:39:18.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection on-college life'/><title type='text'>After-College-20Something Talk</title><content type='html'>a word of voice to undergrads out there: prolong your college experience for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what I'm doing or what I will be doing. I'm studying for the GRE so I can pursue a Masters in a field that I'm not so sure about yet.  And after five years of studying and reading textbooks (I actually read the chapters assigned), you'd think my vocabulary would be somewhat larger. Not so much. yep, I have nil to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, am i wallowing in self-loathe? no, this is so unlike me. why am i beating myself up so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's a big, scary world out there with so many possibilities! i don't know which one to face first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does putting off the "Real World" really prolong the fact that I will have to continue the journey of life--begin a 'career,' build financial security, pursue higher education, and if it's in the cards for me, find "the ONE," get married and start another cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i a coward if i choose to go abroad and search for more adventure using the guise that I'm looking to enhance my international professional skills? in my heart of hearts, i do want to do all of the above: the American Real World, but i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that i'm scared of? a former mentor once taught me the following acronym: FEAR is nothing but False Expectations Appearing Real. i'm so good at preaching that to others too, but when it comes down to practicing it myself, now that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the challenge i have for myself: face my FEARs, they are only inevitable situations. whether i choose to accept them and face them this year or in the next two years, i will still have to go through them. so why waste time, a friend asked. life isn't that long. life is definitely short, which is why i'm babbling about this to you friends and stalkees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand this is what everyone says is typical "After-College-20something" talk, but i'm glad i can still express it amongst all the other 20Somethings out there that blog about their mundane thoughts. thanks for letting me be one of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-7933424286480045354?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/7933424286480045354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=7933424286480045354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7933424286480045354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7933424286480045354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-college-20something-talk.html' title='After-College-20Something Talk'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-5557585105417109835</id><published>2008-06-05T20:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:34:54.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on graduating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Next Chapter of My Life Huh?</title><content type='html'>A whirlwind update: a month ago, I graduated from Andrews University with a BA emphasizing in International Communication and a BA in Spanish Studies (so yes, that does mean that I have the ability to speak with at least 90% fluency).  The past four weeks, I was traveling around Chile and Brasil with 49 other students to complete the last six credits I needed for my Spanish degree.  A great end to a college career huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SEmQm4v5fDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oNtsCb31YbE/s1600-h/2467641920_c7f92e7d7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SEmQm4v5fDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oNtsCb31YbE/s400/2467641920_c7f92e7d7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208853441773403186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound marketable enough yet? Well, I'm sure after 2 Master's degrees, 3 Doctorates, a PhD, and a command of at least 5-6 more languages, I can get that dream job--whatever(s) it is that I'm dreaming to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I came back home less than a week ago, spent a long weekend at home with my family and dog, did some laundry, got my fill of TV and home-cooking, and packed up again to move back to good ol' Berrien Springs where I'm currently living [pretty destitutely] by myself in a basement apartment right next to the house, formerly known as the 'Filipino Sorority House,' where I lived with 3-4 other [Filipina] girls for a large part of my college experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I drove away from my Permanent home, my mother and I bowed our heads as we typically do before I drive or fly away.  Her prayers usually requested for my safe travels, blessings for my studies and exams, wisdom in preparing future plans as I finish college, etc.  This prayer had a little variation to it. This time, she said: "as Karen embarks on the next chapter of her life...please guide her...." and I can't remember the rest of her sentence.  My attention got stuck with the first part of her sentence, "the next chapter of her life."  Have I really already arrived at that chapter? What a cliché question, but true.  When I first started college five years ago, I didn't think I'd arrive at this chapter of my life so quickly!  I thought I still had plenty of time to figure out what to say to the staple question that seems to automatically activate in everyone's minds once you graduate from college: "so, what's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to "what's next?" isn't the most glamorous, but it'll have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have lived away from home for at least 6-7 years now, I have never actually lived without a roommate.  I'm supposed to have a roommate this summer, but circumstances altered at the last minute; therefore I am currently learning firsthand how to literally live alone for the first time in my life.  I admit, the first night in my unfurnished, spacious apartment, made me feel a little nervous.  It was almost as if I didn't know how to act around myself.  Haha, okay maybe I sound a bit exaggerated.  But seriously, I guess it really does take some getting used to.  Don't get me wrong, I still have friends here, it's just different coming home to [sometimes a lot] people or coming home to walls and carpet.  The walls don't have much of a witty remark to the question: "how was your day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the second night was a bit more comfortable with myself.  I could easily just call one of my friends and hang out at their PAD until I grow sleepy, but I wanted to give myself and I a shot.  So, after collecting the rest of my belongings from a friend's basement, I unpacked them, discovered my small collection of DVDs, unrolled my cozy sleeping bag in the middle of the large living room, popped in season 4 of Friends, propped my PowerBook on a RubberMaid top, and settled in to five very old and still amusing episodes of Friends.  I heard myself laughing out loud several times throughout the couple hours and realized that the family upstairs could most likely hear me.  Despite that, I didn't want to reprimand myself from laughing.  Not then, not ever.  I realize this is something I will always have with me.  If you've ever watched anything with me, you know that's true.  As hard as I try, I have an honest to goodness difficult time keeping myself silent.  It's just uncontrollable.  However, I have to say I sincerely improved when amongst bigger groups of people and am somehow managing to keep the comments to a minimum.  But, when I am by and with myself, as I was the second night, I don't even try.  I just let myself lose.  Boy did it feel good! And I did have fun by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the first chapter of my life after college...I guess as a response to the question 'what's next', it would read: "Having Fun with and by Myself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-5557585105417109835?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/5557585105417109835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=5557585105417109835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5557585105417109835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5557585105417109835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/06/next-chapter-of-my-life-huh.html' title='The Next Chapter of My Life Huh?'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SEmQm4v5fDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oNtsCb31YbE/s72-c/2467641920_c7f92e7d7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-52646221649445927</id><published>2008-05-13T19:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:31:21.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rio de Janeiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Cristo Redentor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cities'/><title type='text'>Travel Update</title><content type='html'>here's a quick summary what's been going on in the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finally graduated from college on May 4! yaya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The day after graduation, May 5, I flew out (along with 40+ other students) to Santiago, Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We spent a week in Chile where we were shivering our butts off because it's fall there right now and summer is just approaching in Chicago and Berrien Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We arrived in Rio de Janeiro, Brasil on Sunday evening where we've been disfrutando a variety of things like El Cristo Redentor who overlooks and protects the entire city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200008486562895250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SCokKu6ZFZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VVRWSYiW_3M/s400/Chile.Brasil+546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will probably have a hard time putting up more pictures since I didn't bring my own laptop. anyways, there's one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-52646221649445927?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/52646221649445927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=52646221649445927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/52646221649445927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/52646221649445927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/05/travel-update.html' title='Travel Update'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SCokKu6ZFZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VVRWSYiW_3M/s72-c/Chile.Brasil+546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-5796562573805729709</id><published>2008-04-28T15:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:15:34.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torture policy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agent for change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush Administration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACLU'/><title type='text'>Bush's top-down policies on torture</title><content type='html'>Please read the following and take action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SBYf_teWSeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/L-BjcfsbLJ0/s1600-h/torture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 461px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SBYf_teWSeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/L-BjcfsbLJ0/s400/torture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194374399617550818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can read more about U.S. involvement in torture and waterboarding at the website of &lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org/safefree/torture/torturefoia.html"&gt;American Civil Liberties Union&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can either passively read this and move on with your daily activities or you can take an active role, make your voice count and click on the following link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy and simple, you can write a personalized message yourself or use the sample provided: &lt;a href="https://secure.aclu.org/site/Advocacy?pagename=homepage&amp;amp;id=853&amp;amp;page=UserAction"&gt;Demand Accountability Now&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-5796562573805729709?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/5796562573805729709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=5796562573805729709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5796562573805729709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5796562573805729709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/04/bushs-top-down-policies-on-torture.html' title='Bush&apos;s top-down policies on torture'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SBYf_teWSeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/L-BjcfsbLJ0/s72-c/torture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-4184353496747716723</id><published>2008-04-22T22:52:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:39:05.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green initiatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green campus'/><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few highlights of today's happenings in celebration of Earth Day on the campus of Andrews University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6qo9eWSZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Rffp9F5FEMk/s1600-h/IMG_6194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6qo9eWSZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Rffp9F5FEMk/s400/IMG_6194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192275041078102418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;An Eco-Concert held on the steps of the James White Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6rKdeWSaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XBHlOuWnuCg/s1600-h/IMG_6147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6rKdeWSaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XBHlOuWnuCg/s400/IMG_6147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192275616603720098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6s1deWSbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CeRF9i6rN5k/s1600-h/IMG_6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6s1deWSbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CeRF9i6rN5k/s400/IMG_6138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192277454849722802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6tVteWScI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CFnrJQ-mTwA/s1600-h/IMG_6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6tVteWScI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CFnrJQ-mTwA/s400/IMG_6131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192278008900504002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6mDteWSXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/erC2UPtrgBA/s1600-h/IMG_6089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6mDteWSXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/erC2UPtrgBA/s400/IMG_6089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192270003081464178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6mDteWSXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/erC2UPtrgBA/s1600-h/IMG_6089.JPG"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6k-9eWSWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lVDiddnlYeE/s1600-h/IMG_6071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6k-9eWSWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lVDiddnlYeE/s400/IMG_6071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192268821965457762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6oJ9eWSYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rXJN8395whQ/s1600-h/IMG_6142.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6oJ9eWSYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rXJN8395whQ/s1600-h/IMG_6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6oJ9eWSYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rXJN8395whQ/s400/IMG_6142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192272309478902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More will follow...For now: GO GREEN @ WORK, HOME or DORM!&lt;br /&gt;Please go to &lt;a href="http://www.thegreenguide.com/"&gt;www.thegreenguide.com&lt;/a&gt; for more tips to living a life for a greener Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-4184353496747716723?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/4184353496747716723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=4184353496747716723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4184353496747716723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4184353496747716723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day!'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SA6qo9eWSZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Rffp9F5FEMk/s72-c/IMG_6194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-6492158965077053670</id><published>2008-04-19T19:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:48:42.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midwest earthquake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Trembling Sleep</title><content type='html'>With my mind actively working the majority of the night, I woke easily on Friday morning.  It was around 5:30.  The walls of the house seemed to be trembling.  Sleepy-eyed, I squinted out the window looking for any sign of thunder and lightning.  It was still.  I went to check if it was Gigi on the opposite side of the wall possibly moving stuff around.  Nope, she was sleeping soundly and it would be way too early to be shaking the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could it have been?  Could it have been an earthquake?  In the Midwestern state of Michigan? Is it really possible?  In just a few seconds, the trembling ended.  I fell back asleep as easily as I had awoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our drive to school, the radio commentators on Q101, a station in Illinois, were discussing people's reactions to earthquake.  I didn't dream the trembles?  But if the earthquake was in Illinois, how did I feel it in southwest Michigan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my second class, I had braved to ask my seatmates around me whether they may have felt any trembling in the early dawn.  I was seeking confirmation that I wasn't crazy.  Some girls residing in the dorm noted that they did feel some shaking, but just shrugged it off thinking it was their bunkmate shaking the bed.  It was amusing because the girl's roommate argued saying she thought it was her roommate shaking the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my laptop and went to CNN.com seeking more info on this mysterious trembling.  It was on the front page headline.  "&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/18/illinois.earthquake/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;Midwest quake felt far and wide&lt;/a&gt;".  So I wasn't crazy after all. whew!  The U.S. Geological Survey reports that people over 900 miles away felt the effects of the 5.2 magnitude earthquake that hit southern Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed to read the findings and thought I'd share it with you too.  Although the earthquake wasn't of extremely high magnitude as they can be in California, it's pretty epic for the Midwest, considering that this is the land of tornados and hurricanes (east coast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the story for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/18/illinois.earthquake/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SAqR5w4VRgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O8sW-wG2wx4/s400/earthquake.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191121942057666050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-6492158965077053670?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/6492158965077053670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=6492158965077053670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/6492158965077053670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/6492158965077053670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/04/trembling-sleep.html' title='Trembling Sleep'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/SAqR5w4VRgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/O8sW-wG2wx4/s72-c/earthquake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-5634077725834041486</id><published>2008-04-14T18:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:08:25.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rich and Full Life</title><content type='html'>umm...per request of some viewers, i'm updating you on why i haven't posted in the past 2 weeks? i really have no good reason other than school's wrapping up in about 2 weeks and i'm trying to get my stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been spending a lot of time at work. just this weekend we had about 150 high school students visit Andrews and you can just imagine what kind of energy is required for that many kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, aside from all the busi-ness of my mundane life, it does feel very rich and full of fun-loving homies. two weekends ago, i enjoyed the presence of our wonderful vimsicle, and up until a couple hours ago, we soaked up Ellen in all her Korean glory (she's really here!). and i got 2 weekends in a row of Nunz, it can't get better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really complain about life right now. nope, whatever Mastercard says, it can't buy this blissful joy i feel. I feel it's exactly the way it should be at this point in my life...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-5634077725834041486?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/5634077725834041486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=5634077725834041486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5634077725834041486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5634077725834041486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/04/rich-and-full-life.html' title='A Rich and Full Life'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-6531767172868681021</id><published>2008-04-01T22:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:27:02.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Poppins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress management'/><title type='text'>Have You Laughed Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1dkTrNH92Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1dkTrNH92Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most favorite classics ever...it brings back so many fond memories. For my freshman Communication Skills class I did a presentation called "Laughter is the Best Form of Medicine," and showed clips of Mary Poppins including this one.  Afterwards, I led the entire class in a laughing exercise. Before you knew it we were all rolling on the floor with giggles. *sigh*.... memories that make me laugh, those are my fave ones...hahaha (chuckle chuckle blast)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;how&lt;/span&gt; do you &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;laugh?&lt;/span&gt; how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;often&lt;/span&gt; do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i haven't been laughing as much as i like. when did i become so serious? that's why i changed that tonight (with Mary Poppins), maybe it's also the sleep deprivation. mmm...yeah it's the latter. by the way, laughter and tears is proven to be one of the best cathartic therapies to stress (Nursing Forum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google "laughter is the best form of medicine" or "laughter therapy," you'll get a host of credible sources and silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, have fun laughing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-6531767172868681021?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/6531767172868681021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=6531767172868681021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/6531767172868681021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/6531767172868681021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-laughed-today.html' title='Have You Laughed Today?'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-8018750200749996210</id><published>2008-03-30T17:35:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:38:35.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought-provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holocaust Memorial'/><title type='text'>Don't Just Think, ACT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R_AN5WeIWCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6CxNUwK0fW8/s1600-h/IMG_5834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R_AN5WeIWCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6CxNUwK0fW8/s400/IMG_5834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183658450039101474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R_AOY2eIWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZVU0n72AJN4/s1600-h/IMG_5835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R_AOY2eIWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZVU0n72AJN4/s400/IMG_5835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183658991204980786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my last day in DC going through the Holocaust Museum. Although there were hundreds of people and students crammed together in this exhibit (almost as if we really were in a Concentration camp ourselves, literally that many people), the messages still had their full impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I pray that my existence in this world can truly make a difference for the better and that I don't just watch the events that unfold in front of my eyes but rather become actively involved in pursuing justice and human rights for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R_AOxGeIWEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1ZX2k5p3NzQ/s1600-h/IMG_5836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R_AOxGeIWEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1ZX2k5p3NzQ/s400/IMG_5836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183659407816808514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering and leaving the museum, visitors are met with a poster that reads the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The next time you see injustice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you witness hatred,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you hear about genocide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to do the same...And&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ACT ON WHAT YOU SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get the chance, visit the &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/"&gt;United States Holocaust Memorial Museum&lt;/a&gt; in DC or the Museum of Tolerance in LA. I hear that's also very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-8018750200749996210?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/8018750200749996210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=8018750200749996210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/8018750200749996210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/8018750200749996210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/03/heart-rending-experience-para-mi.html' title='Don&apos;t Just Think, ACT'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R_AN5WeIWCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6CxNUwK0fW8/s72-c/IMG_5834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-8095764489803298078</id><published>2008-03-28T23:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T01:22:52.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my kinda town...</title><content type='html'>so i went to Maryland/DC area for spring break and found myself falling in love with the quaint towns and the sweet, clean metro system.  i had a chance to relax, sleep in a little past 8:00 (i can't sleep til noon anymore without feeling guilty or completely hating myself), read some books, reflect, spend time with people i love, of course shop a little, and just wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3BYmeIV1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PzPCrKDA5Ls/s1600-h/IMG_5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3BYmeIV1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PzPCrKDA5Ls/s200/IMG_5606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183011374561253202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just been too busy this week after i came back that i just haven't had much time to do anything online besides check my mail. so here are a few highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-2_vmeIVyI/AAAAAAAAADg/t6ZACWQF-aA/s1600-h/IMG_5553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-2_vmeIVyI/AAAAAAAAADg/t6ZACWQF-aA/s200/IMG_5553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183009570674988834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  i love trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3BYGeIVzI/AAAAAAAAADo/MpdGg3DFTcg/s1600-h/IMG_5619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3BYGeIVzI/AAAAAAAAADo/MpdGg3DFTcg/s200/IMG_5619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183011365971318578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  and cute old people [tired from a long day]. i couldn't help myself sneaking a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3L0GeIV7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tSUq9AiCwaM/s1600-h/IMG_5874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3L0GeIV7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/tSUq9AiCwaM/s200/IMG_5874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183022842123933618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  there's something about secret alley's i like too.&lt;br /&gt;by the Federal triangle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3BYWeIV0I/AAAAAAAAADw/5p92C8pVJzY/s1600-h/IMG_5599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3BYWeIV0I/AAAAAAAAADw/5p92C8pVJzY/s200/IMG_5599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183011370266285890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  meng and her alley's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3JPmeIV2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wgZqFxRucA0/s1600-h/IMG_5652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3JPmeIV2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wgZqFxRucA0/s200/IMG_5652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183020016035452770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  i don't like traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, they don't joke about their traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3JQGeIV3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5I4-mgCVV3s/s1600-h/IMG_5726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3JQGeIV3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5I4-mgCVV3s/s200/IMG_5726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183020024625387378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like parades. i made meng watch it with me for a while before she convinced me on shopping.&lt;br /&gt;st. patty's craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3JQWeIV4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9zvIRDkUIpE/s1600-h/IMG_5727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3JQWeIV4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9zvIRDkUIpE/s200/IMG_5727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183020028920354690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  i guess i always secretly wanted to be a "Miss" something. Miss Maryland waved straight at my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3O02eIV8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jFDT8ST0pJ4/s1600-h/IMG_5817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3O02eIV8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jFDT8ST0pJ4/s200/IMG_5817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183026153543718850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  apparently, i didn't take enough pictures with people. oops...i was too busy going gu-gu-ga-ga over the buildings and colorful doors. next trip: people pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3P62eIV9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JL9XfBx4qIQ/s1600-h/IMG_5809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3P62eIV9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JL9XfBx4qIQ/s200/IMG_5809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183027356134561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-8095764489803298078?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/8095764489803298078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=8095764489803298078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/8095764489803298078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/8095764489803298078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-kinda-town.html' title='my kinda town...'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R-3BYmeIV1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PzPCrKDA5Ls/s72-c/IMG_5606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-7673910397100223885</id><published>2008-03-08T19:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:34:39.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a rainbow at the end of a dark road...</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on my mundane little life: the stress began last week as I began preparing for midterm week with one looming darkly over the other minor ones--Human Rights. The stress continued to mount throughout the rest of this week as I had three other midterms to study for as well as some other pressing matters I just don't want to think about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I could only maintain a strong face for so long until I reached the point of breakdown on Thursday. Bust just like how in a business cycle an economy experiences a recessionary period, it eventually hits the trough and rises back up in the expansionary period was my experience this week. Finally, I became aware that I hit the trough period on Thursday, however signs of an expansionary period were not apparent to me until later that night. After a couple of hours studying I was returning home when I received word that a couple of my friends were visiting for the weekend. Their loving hugs and fun laughs definitely brightened my spirits, but I had to break away to resume my studying. When I finally arrived at my house and opened the door to the kitchen (I usually enter through the garage), I saw a suitcase full of Filipino food spread open in the middle of the floor. I heard a familiar voice call out my name that did not belong to any of my housemates, but a voice I had not heard in almost two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person whom I thought the voice belonged to was really the person sitting in the living room. We screamed and hugged and hugged and screamed until I dunno...What seemed to be one of the darkest and stressful weeks ever turned out to be quite beautiful. People truly make [my] life much more enjoyable and fuller. I dunno how I could ever do without them :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week will continue the expansionary period that I call happiness and hopefully will last much longer than the recent recessionary period that now has passed. And in just 05 days, I will be traveling to the East Coast where I will enjoy a restful week with my BFF whom I haven't seen since last summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-7673910397100223885?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/7673910397100223885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=7673910397100223885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7673910397100223885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/7673910397100223885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-is-rainbow-at-end-of-dark-road.html' title='There is a rainbow at the end of a dark road...'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-4250897113867038170</id><published>2008-02-22T12:06:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:41:48.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Twenty-Three Years Fly By</title><content type='html'>* Sorry, I didn't realize how long my ramblings would go on, but you're not required to read it all. You may skim if you wish, however if you do read it in all its entirety, you'll gain better  insight into me and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get tired and restless, time seems to stand still.  To some a week feels it couldn't be longer (hurry and get to Friday already!), a month seems like forever, and a WHOLE year sounds like an eternity!  In the life of the world, a lot happens in a year.  In the life of a human being, change may not appear to be as obvious, but a lot could change in a year. For some humans, one year does not change a thing. They are still the exact same person they were one year ago, no growth happened. Oh of course events may have taken place in the course of their life that year, but none of it may have fazed them. For those humans whose lives did experience change in some form(s) or another, it's because they accepted whatever circumstance came their way and dealt with it.  They live life, not avoid it. Because of it, they grow. And with growth, comes change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change often carries a negative connotation.  Why? Why do we humans fear change like no other? When change often leads to positive results. In the case of personal growth and birthdays, change is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I turned 23 years old. To my wiser elders, I'm still a baby. I have a lot of life to live they would say! "There's still so much ahead of you!" To my younger peers, I'm looked up to (not literally cause I'm still shorter than most of them). Today, one of them, four years my junior, said to me, "man, you're old! I can't imagine what I'm going to be like when I'm 23."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 19, what did I think I'd be like when I became 23?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I'm still the same Karen. The one that cries hard-core in movies, makes comments during movies, gives high-fives, takes notes and quotes wherever she goes, befriends foreigners and asks them to teach her key phrases of their language, has a different laugh for different occasions, loves adventure and cultural immersion.  Yet, this is also the same person with a lot of flaws and a lot of fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some insights I gained while heading towards the age of 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I found my first two (or is it three) silver-grey hairs. I refuse to pull them in fear of gaining more. Whatever it's not superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear and tear is starting to show from the permanent pillowy bags below my eyes. Sleeping a full 8 hours/night and drinking plenty of water doesn't seem to make them go away. I've begun to think I was born with baggy eyes (or that's what I like to think). Maybe, it's because I've also developed workaholicism. I'm more like my mother than I care to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R7-vFbK1efI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t_ujT9mojcU/s1600-h/cesie%27s+dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R7-vFbK1efI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t_ujT9mojcU/s200/cesie%27s+dollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170043404972030450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. A dollar goes a long way. I have become more financially responsible and learned the importance of budgeting and adjusting my life to live within my means. In this, I have changed. I no longer throw down hundreds of dollars here, there, everywhere like I once used to in the earlier part of college. For some humans, this financial maturity comes early in their life like when they are six years old and learned that if they eat only half of their cookie today and save the other half, they'd still have something to enjoy tomorrow! For other humans...ahem, me...they learn this important life principle hopefully in their 20-somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mind Over Matter isn't just life-coach psychology advice. It's real life. When my body says, "you've never tried to run 5k before, you're not going to do it now!" The mind says, "yes, you can body. I said so, therfore you will. No choice about it." The mind is a powerful tool. Use it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I realized there is a very real quiet, melancholy side of me. When I met her, I embraced her, welcomed her, and kept her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I learned that THIS is never just IT. Missed opportunities are not the same thing as a Last Chance.  It's not a reason to settle for almosts. Just because he almost fits the profile, like 98% close, does not and should not be a cause to settle. God will present THE opportunity in His perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Despite the fact that I've devoted four years of my life to studying theories of communication and learning how to become an Effective Communicator, I still suck. Somehow I still struggle communicating when and why I'm upset with someone. I avoid conflict like the plague. I hesitate and shrink bank at the thought of being 100% completely vulnerable, honest and open. To me, it's the most frightening thing in the world! Slowly but surely, I'm trying. I'm making very small baby steps towards being open and communicative. Why do you think I'm doing this (blogging)? Oh, if it weren't such a complex and painful process, I'd take bigger steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The metabolism has begun its decent and it requires more work, more effort each year to break through those stubborn fatty deposits. I know it sounds ugly, but I'm learning to bare the truth and come to terms with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When I was 19, I wanted to be one of the nicest people you'd ever run into. People &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to think I'm nice. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was NICE. &lt;/span&gt;I don't think I'm as nice today as I was a year ago. Actually, I'm probably four times meaner in general than I was a whole year ago. I used to think that by letting everyone have their way with me even if I didn't necessarily agree, that I was being nice. And then, I'd smack myself upon finding that I'm grumbling and complaining about why I agreed to this or that. How did I allow myself to grow so old and sour? This year, it's time to change that. In the course of this year, I've learned to discern the difference between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a nice person and being a floormat. This floormat has gotten old, dingy, weak, torn up and it's time to finally throw it away! FINALLY! This is year 23 of Karen's life and she is throwing old floormats and no longer buying any new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sometimes I just draw a blank. I like to act like I have all the answers, but I really don't. Not even half. I only know what these T W E N T Y - T H R E E  years have brought to my life...and sometimes, I even have to struggle to retrieve and dust off the old cob-webbed archives shoved at the back of what we call memory. I've learned something important: It's perfectly okay not to know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have overly-dramatic epiphanies and discoveries about myself. But I do believe that change did occur in my life. I don't routinely do this after every birthday, but now that I have, I have to say it's been quite cathartic and helpful. This exercise helped me be a little more objective with myself. I encourage anyone who's never tried it, during your birthday (or within close range of it) to reflect on the change(s) you experienced that year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-4250897113867038170?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/4250897113867038170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=4250897113867038170' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4250897113867038170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4250897113867038170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/02/twenty-three-years-fly-by.html' title='Twenty-Three Years Fly By'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R7-vFbK1efI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t_ujT9mojcU/s72-c/cesie%27s+dollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-5736189252585304490</id><published>2008-02-18T00:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:00:02.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in your bag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R7kcG7K1eXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fytJQCYs2Qc/s1600-h/IMG_5325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R7kcG7K1eXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fytJQCYs2Qc/s320/IMG_5325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168192952672287090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tagged by Eri to reveal what's inside my bag. i'm a schoolgirl so you'll find a lot of school related stuff here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   INSPI(RED) journal&lt;br /&gt;*   Andrews mini-notebook/journal&lt;br /&gt;*   2 Andrews folders&lt;br /&gt;*   Clear Word Bible&lt;br /&gt;*   Andrews 1-subject notebook&lt;br /&gt;*   Work/Travel Abroad brochure&lt;br /&gt;* Time magazine&lt;br /&gt;*   Pencil case&lt;br /&gt;*   yellow highlighter&lt;br /&gt;*   2 mechanical pencils&lt;br /&gt;*   Macroeconomics textbook&lt;br /&gt;*   Amish country magazine&lt;br /&gt;*   C.Bigelow lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;*   Carmex chapstick&lt;br /&gt;*   Stride Citrus gum&lt;br /&gt;*   my passport &amp;amp; case&lt;br /&gt;*   my red $3 faux LaCoste wallet&lt;br /&gt;*   random mail and bank statements&lt;br /&gt;*   yellow Starbucks water bottle (gotta stay hydrated!)&lt;br /&gt;*   30Gb Photo iPod&lt;br /&gt;*   LG cellphone&lt;br /&gt;*   car keys&lt;br /&gt;*   bar of chocolate (bought it to support a fundraiser and has been sitting inside my bag for months now, i'm not a huge chocolate fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All inside this beautiful red leather shoulder bag. sometimes, I tote my Powerbook G4 in this bag too. it's all versatile! i use this bag for almost everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm...i'm going to tag Ellen coz she hasn't revealed her contents yet, Tawny, and Matt's Park  (you do carry a manpurse, so reveal it)! alright...GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-5736189252585304490?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/5736189252585304490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=5736189252585304490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5736189252585304490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/5736189252585304490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-in.html' title='what&apos;s in your bag?'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R7kcG7K1eXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fytJQCYs2Qc/s72-c/IMG_5325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-2038635897614877357</id><published>2008-02-09T21:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:16:15.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthcare issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Medical Association'/><title type='text'>Voice for the Uninsured</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1EG-I3QnCk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1EG-I3QnCk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzxYcgoIF2E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzxYcgoIF2E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5PZyFBWrMI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5PZyFBWrMI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a voice and a vote, make it count.&lt;br /&gt;Visit the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ama-assn.org/ama/pub/category/17712.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R65sNLK1eWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QAMv64InLeM/s200/vftu-top.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165184796232874338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and sign the petition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-2038635897614877357?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/2038635897614877357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=2038635897614877357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2038635897614877357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/2038635897614877357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/02/voice-for-uninsured.html' title='Voice for the Uninsured'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R65sNLK1eWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QAMv64InLeM/s72-c/vftu-top.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-4242783262619759523</id><published>2008-01-30T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:47:40.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>"Stop Worrying and Start Living"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I tell you, don't worry about everyday life--whether you have enough food, drink, and clothes.  Doesn't life consist of more than food and clothing?&lt;br /&gt;(Matt 6:25 NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying is one of the most destructive of all human habits because it decreases your effectiveness in other areas.  When you worry about something, your thoughts and your emotions focus on events that haven't yet taken place.  It's like Mark Twain once said: "I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them have never happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying is totally passive.  It accomplishes nothing.  On the other hand, worrying can literally make you sick while keeping you from accomplishing the things that really matter.  Here's a sobering thought: Worry can keep you from living your life the way God intended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the things you worry about.  Amazingly, you probably worry about the small stuff.  Those details of life over which you have little or no control.  Oswald Chambers wrote: "It is not only wrong to worry, it is unbelief; worrying means we do not believe that God can look after the practical details of our lives, and it is never anything but those details that worry us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus asked the rhetorical question, "can all your worries add a single moment to your life? Of course not" (matt 6:27 NLT).  If anything, worries can and will take away from your life.  Are you trying to arrange the details of your life so carefully that you are leaving God out of the process?  Then you're probably worrying too much.  You're relying on your own abilities, and you think you have a lot to lose if things don't turn out the way you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly the antidote to worry is trusting God to take care of the small stuff of your life.  Invite Him to get involved in the details of your life.  "Give all your worries and cares to God," says the Bible, "for he cares about what happens to you" (1 Peter 5:7 NLT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...IN THE SMALL STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live longer by worrying less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry about what you can't do. If you must worry, worry about why you won't do what you should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you worry needlessly, ask yourself, "What's the worst thing that could happen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're feeling overwhelmed, remember to take things one at a time--one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worrying occurs when God is left out of the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anxiety is short-lived if we give it to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you prepare for the future, you won't have to worry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry as much about where you are as where you are going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather than worrying about change, learn to thrive on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worry is a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you choose to worry, you are choosing not to trust God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worrying can literally harm you--emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead of worrying about what you can't do, think about what God can do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best way to stop worrying is to start praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never confuse worrying about tomorrow with planning for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prayer changes things; worry changes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[from a book written by Bruce and Stan called "God is in the Small Stuff and it all matters"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that line that says, "Rather than worry about change, learn to thrive on it," was written especially for me.  I'm normally quite the adventurous one who's always looking for the excitement in life, but when it comes to making adjustments in life, I...get scared.  Yes, I said it, I get scared.  KAREN gets scared.  yup! you better believe it. People say it's normal for this stage in life and that I'm not the only one experiencing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more like my dad than I realized.  He has a regular tendency to worry about the littlest things, well, here I am following in his footsteps when I so adamantly told myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry really does eat one up alive. &lt;br /&gt;My insides have been eating themselves outward, my muscles are all knotted up, and worry pretty much has affected my whole persona...so, before it gets too far and reaches the surface, I have put my foot down and said to WORRY, "stop eating me alive!"  I will not let YOU run my life and control my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, rather than make a whole long list of New Year's resolutions that I would most likely break, I wrote one thing: Trust in the Lord Always.  That's it. And here I am practically spent all of January worrying about the future! Wow, I'm learning a lot about myself and my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, each day I've begun to pray a new prayer.  "I've given you 99% of my doubts, fears, and worries Lord, there's just that 1% I can't seem to let go of.  Please, teach me to unclench my fist and drop it in your hand.  I want to Trust in YOU always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my walk (or crawl) and I'm sure many will be able to relate. I'm learning to worry less about change, because whether I like it or not, change will probably be the most constant part of my life here on out and I better get used to it.  The only thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can change is my attitude towards it.  So...here's to [the rest of my] life and to a change in attitude!  May they be the best changes I have ever experienced as well as the best you've ever experienced in yours. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-4242783262619759523?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/4242783262619759523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=4242783262619759523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4242783262619759523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4242783262619759523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/01/stop-worrying-and-start-living.html' title='&quot;Stop Worrying and Start Living&quot;'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-6364593423291670486</id><published>2008-01-20T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:39:55.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>August Rush Movie Review</title><content type='html'>I really love inspirational, warm-fuzzy-feel-good movies that just leave your heart feeling so...rich afterwards.  I went down to Tennessee for the weekend to visit some friends I hadn't seen in a while and it turned out to be a really refreshing decision.  I'm really glad I decided to be spontaneous and jumped in the car when the seat was available.  Alright, so my friend and I made time to watch August Rush this afternoon and once again (for those of you that know me) I have only great things to say about the movie and strongly recommend it.  It's one of those movies that's not really all too realistic, but the deeper moral and message to it can only add to your life, if you so choose to see it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R5Q7Z8i5UDI/AAAAAAAAABY/EFTBKVY1P4c/s1600-h/index_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R5Q7Z8i5UDI/AAAAAAAAABY/EFTBKVY1P4c/s320/index_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157812790181318706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a quick summary of what the movie is about [I'll try not to give away too much so you will want to see it]: A New York Philharmonic cellist (Russell) meets rock star lead singer (Meyers) at a party.  Their individual understanding and loves for music spark instant chemistry.  However, an uncontrollable situation separates them and redirects their lives for over a decade.  After 11 years of waiting, an orphaned boy decides to leave the communal Home he was bound to in search of his real parents.  He claims to hear them through the sound of music.  He finds himself in the big bad city of New York and becomes a street beggar playing music hoping that they in turn will find their way to him. This kid turns out to be quite the musical prodigy and learns everything about musical theory and composition what major known composers take several years to acquire. Basically he's a magical kid and is the fruit of his two musically-talented parents. See the rest of the movie to learn how it concludes. Starring Freddie Highmore, Keri Russell, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Terrence Howard, and Robin Williams, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August Rush&lt;/span&gt; is definitely a must-see if you haven't already seen it. I give my personal critic and Two Thumbs Up of a wonderful heart-warming family movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I connected with this movie because it showed me another element of the substance of hope and faith.  Although completely non-religious, the faith and hope the main characters held on to was very inspiring.  Despite how big the odds may be against you, to truly have faith means to never let go of the hope that what you've so earnestly prayed for will be answered in its own time, even if it means waiting for several years. For some, patience is terribly hard, but having faith requires patience.  Knowing that in God's perfect time all things will be revealed according to His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make time to watch more movies this semester, keep your eyes peeled for more reviews.  I enjoy responding to movies and attempting to derive some sort of deeper meaning or analysis of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-6364593423291670486?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/6364593423291670486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=6364593423291670486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/6364593423291670486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/6364593423291670486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/01/august-rush-movie-review.html' title='August Rush Movie Review'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R5Q7Z8i5UDI/AAAAAAAAABY/EFTBKVY1P4c/s72-c/index_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-3449691867819319360</id><published>2008-01-15T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:37:26.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Humbled</title><content type='html'>I am humbled. Today someone shared their personal experience "working in the real world." She didn't share the top 10 secrets you need to get a job and survive in the real world.  She shared something I wasn't expecting to hear from a talk entitled: "Working in the Real World." She said being authentic to who you are as a child of God is all one needs to survive work in the real world. But the problem is many (including myself) still have trouble/issues with the authenticity of who they are. We want to be so many things, to be a certain personality (or all personalities) so that we can fit in to any and every situation. I'm not trying to be negative, but I discovered that it's not possible to be everything for everyone. God has truly designed each and every human being to be unique and possess different qualities. We want to achieve this goal or get this kind of job because that's what the world defines to be successful. We will feel valuable if we get this kind of title or position or we're dating a certain type of person. Our identity and self-worth is tied into what we do and who we know and the goals we achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends of mine (the Melissa Otto Band) shared in their ministry of music as they tour the U.S. how "finding one's identity" is such an epidemic in the world today. If we are always seeking these things, trying to find value and worth in the things the world defines as successful, then we have missed the whole point of our existence. Now I understand why there's so many types of identity crises.  If it's not mid-life crisis, it's 1/4-Life Crisis, which is what one of my friends categorized me in.  Apparently 20-something year olds such as myself in the stage between graduating college and entering the real experience something real called the 1/4-Life Identity crisis.  I haven't read the book she suggested to me yet, but the gist is these 20-something, soon to be college graduates struggle in finding their identity and where they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belong in this world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sharing this because I am one struggling with the same epidemic.  I once &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belonged&lt;/span&gt; (worked for) to a company where I originally thought God directed me to for a purpose.  I'm not undermining His purpose, I saw it, I acknowledged and aligned myself with it.  In the beginning, I separated myself from the values of the world and tried to stand firm with my beliefs.  I stood apart from the rest of the staff and was often commented on by my superiors that they admired me for my unwavering faith.  But after some time, I began to "immerse" myself in the culture I was surrounded with.  I began to compromise little things here in there for the sake of fitting in.  By my fourth year with the company, an observer could say that I was just like the rest.  I had eventually blended in and intertwined my old values with theirs to such an extent that my original values were no longer as visible as they once were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with people who set goals for themselves.  I'm all for goal-setting.  I became one of those people actually because that's what the business world teaches us we need to do to be successful.  But the goals I began to establish for myself were self-seeking and selfish.  I wanted to reach a certain level of achievement so I could be seen as worthy and famous in the eyes of my peers.  Every time I received an award or public praise, I basked in the attention I would receive.  I'd hear comments from others, often newer reps in the business: "oh, that's the Karen from this office that sold $9,000 in one day? I want to talk to her and ask her how she did it."  I thrived from that attention.  It made me feel good.  I began to connect my identity with the things I achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, I knew deep in the back of my mind that it wasn't my own personal ability that I achieved such heights  in sales.  I knew that God was always involved in every transaction and every detail of every sale and encounter.  But when it came time to someone asking me, "so, how did you do it?"  I began to tell them all the sales strategies that I had been trained to share.  "This is how you do it...." but God was barely mentioned in the list.  I should have added, "Oh, by the way, I have a God who is all powerful and brought me to this job and gave me this success. " I didn't know how to share that without being laughed at.  I tried a couple of times to share God's power in the details, but it didn't seem to impress them, so eventually I dropped it and just shared my top 10 secrets to being a successful salesperson.  They began buying that and I found myself in front of larger crowds sharing talks at meetings and conferences.  I felt like I was on top of the world.  I had it all, money, leadership, attention, success, etc.  But when I didn't have high sales and those really sales hit, my adrenaline and excitement would also drop along with it. I was like on an emotional rollercoaster every single day! They say, well that's what comes along with Sales. But it was more than that. Did it still make me feel valued? Maybe for a short time. My feeling of being valued and important would drop right along with the sales quota and jump up again when I made another big sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day during my junior year (it's another long story so I'll give the short end of that), I decided maybe being a student missionary for a year will help people think that Karen still has some "godliness" in her.  They will tie her identity back to God.  I hesitated in making this decision because once again, I was afraid I was giving up something good.  I knew there was risk involved.  If I went off and served the needy for a year, I may shed all the things I once viewed as important and valuable in the past four years.  I knew that the job would still be open for me after I returned, but would I still view it the same way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I am now back from that year as a student missionary.  You can say my heart went through a transition.  That risk was realized.  I did not go back to that job that made me feel so good about myself.  I know the possibilities available, the advancement opportunities available, the income possible, but I have chosen another path because I no longer felt aligned with God's identity for me.  Yes, I missed making the large sums of money, but after a while time does  heal all wounds and I've accustomed my lifestyle to making less and being content with less.  I went from $1,000+/week to less than $250/2 weeks.  Talk about humbling.  I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; humbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I struggle with the uncertainty of my future.  I am worried that I won't find the job that I'm supposed to have because I have yet to discover what I'm supposed to do.  I have a list of ideas of what I think I want.  But, is it what God wants for me?  And then this weekend, I was reminded that the ONLY way we human beings will ever feel fulfilled and satisfied, truly fulfilled, regardless what we are doing in life, is to identify ourselves with God.  We can keep trying and search every corner of this world to find worth and satisfaction; something to connect with, to feel valued, but nothing in this world can ever quench that thirst and satisfy us like God.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I be secure in my identity as God's child when I'm out working in the real world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled.  Because I realize that my worries and fears about the real world is common among college seniors going through their last semester before "entering the real world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comforted because I am placing my heart and future in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that someone is able to relate to this and able to connect with something they've been longing to share.  Please share so that I can also be blessed by others experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-3449691867819319360?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/3449691867819319360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=3449691867819319360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/3449691867819319360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/3449691867819319360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-humbled.html' title='I am Humbled'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596760057746836420.post-4005599452653696936</id><published>2008-01-12T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:24:19.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hi, my name is karen and i'm new on the blog. for the past year, i've posted blogs on myspace, but i realized if i must grow up i should start writing more significant and relevant thoughts on a site that's specifically meant just for blogging, not socializing or gossiping. plus, i was strongly encouraged (and grateful for the encouragement) to continue sharing my thoughts because i have a lot to share within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, don't be shy...please come say 'hi' and respond to my musings, epiphanies, complaints, philosophizing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5596760057746836420-4005599452653696936?l=karenybanez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/feeds/4005599452653696936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5596760057746836420&amp;postID=4005599452653696936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4005599452653696936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5596760057746836420/posts/default/4005599452653696936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karenybanez.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15335661613282795690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Va5FbLudocI/R4hZ7ci5UBI/AAAAAAAAABM/qiUM-J3vsI4/S220/2186972490_da550162e7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
