Retreat, Finals, Songs

Oh the jolly of this week. Yes, classes end this week.

I think it really ends on Thursday, but heeeey~ whatever right? After this week finals start, I do NOT think i'm ready. Maybe in English, but in Japanese and Astronomy... not really. I need to study more on those classes. Sigh ... on top of that I have to look for a song and do my "Friend's" Talk.

Yep, it's retreat season.

Where I work my ass on the testimony and finding a song for my talk and the whole retreat. Sigh~ I love it, but at the same time it's kinda annoying. Oh well, 1/4 finished with my friends talk so I should be happy right?

Wrong.

I do NOT know how to start this. Usually I would do a family talk, simple right? Well ... not really. So far I have this...

He puts his hand on the girls shoulder as she cried from all the betrayal she experienced. His hand slowly sits on her head and carefully, with his other hand, gives her a reassuring hug. Like a good old quote: “A reassuring presence is a light when times are dark.” This is an experience that many may have felt in the past or a feeling that is lingering right this instant.

Friends are people who you would depend on and trust. You know they won’t do any harm towards you, and you give them respect for who they are. And guess what? Sometimes they also respect you for who you are. Many people treat their friends like family members. How lucky…

Speaking of luck…

Some people are lucky to have a group of friends who they can hang out on Friday afternoons and weekends. That is what I call living life in luxury. I’ve also had a group of friends where we would hang out at my home and their own homes too. I felt lucky to have them, but you know how some stories go: friends come and go as you move on to different schools.

I met my first friend in Mexico where I used to live there till I was about eight years old. I don’t remember her name, but I had a great friend. Cute too! She had straight brown hair reaching her mid back and had a tan due to the sun. Since we wore red uniforms in my school, there was nothing to brag about. There were no ‘who had better things’ in our classroom, we were just kids in first and second grade. I was ignorant to the classism that was going around in the country. Rich looked down on the poor, so I could not bring her to my grandparents house and play. Even though I couldn’t play with her a lot, we had good memories that I still remember to this day.

Crap... not EVEN close to half way. Siiigh... Well, while looking for a song for the retreat. I saw this:



She's REALLY good. I actually saw her in a concert, I like her songs especially "Ya me voy". I like her songs, maybe because i like Rock en Espanol. Why? Well ... hear Cafe Tacuba. I can't really stand the popish songs in spanish, although they have good um ... beats? Yeah! Beats...

Hmm ...



I personally think it's annoying, but why is it that I sing it sometimes? Wtf? Lol... She played a whore role in Fuego en la Sangre. I was devastated when she died (the whore role). She was a good whore, not a bad whore! ): Oh well ... why the hell am I talking about this ...

Must finish portfolio now! Aagh!