Men holding babies could possibly be the sexiest thing ever!!!! (Ok, besides The Thinker) Don't get me wrong the only reason I say this is because yesterday we had the closing brunch to the fraternity's anniversary celebrations and there were older frat members with their wives and their young children. I think most of them were around their late 20s early 30s. They all looked adorable holding in their huge manly arms little pieces from heaven. Renke stood up and started holding a carriage, looked at me, raised one eyebrow, and said, "Hmmm?" Let's just say that my eyes just widened as a tried to swallow my piece of steak I was eating at the time. However, the funny thing after that was that all the couples there started talking about marriage and children without any angst or tries into changing the subject matter. It is so ironic that a topic that is mostly seen as a taboo amongst American couples is so welcomed here in Germany even by the young men population. Try to talk about marriage with a guy in the States and they will start running away from you before you even end the sentence. Renke and I proceeded to tell the rest of the group that we wanted four children; the first would be named "Brrrr," and the others after our favorite cartoon show, Transformers.
"Optimus Prime be quiet Daddy is talking to Brrrr."
"No cookies for you, Brrrr!!!"
However, I am thinking it will be quite some time before I have a little Optimus Prime of myself.... hehehehehe
Saturday's Ball was sooo much fun. I like always felt completely uncomfortable wearing a dress, but everyone else said that I looked cute. So, I guess that part wasn't bad. The ball started out with a classic waltz. This type of dancing was possible for me to do because the past two weeks the frat guys, their dates, and myself have been taking ballroom dance lessons. It was great!!! However, I believe Renke didn't have to take nay extra ones because he has had ballroom dance lessons before. (Hahaha, Number 128 of the List: Must be able to dance! I think Ballroom Dancing TOTALLY counts) We were dancing for quite some time and then I told Renke to dip me. He looked at me with confussion and said, "What is to 'dip'?" No, it's not a new word the kids on the street are using instead of sex. I thought that was totally adorable. We were called the King and Queen of the Ball....hehehe. For a while he went to go talk to the boys and I was with the girls, who did not waste any time in saying, "You two belong together and look so cute. Are you engaged?" Ummm, excuse me?!?!?! This completely threw me off again, especially because the night before, in the Festkommers, Renke and I were walking down the stairs, I was wearing a white dress, he was in a suit, and we heard someone in the background sing, "dum dum di rum, dum dum di rum..." (a.k.a. the classic wedding song).
I couldn't stop staring at him the whole night. He looked so handsome and I was telling myself every 10 seconds, "I can't believe that I am here....... with him."
Everyone looked swell, but I have a personal bias and I thought (and still think) we were the cutest, best-dancing, fun, fully-loving couple there. =)
I hope that I can come to next year's Ball.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
The Festkommers took place on Friday. There, new and old members of the fraternity came together. We drank and we sang old German folk songs again. Renke wrote a speech too in which he spent the entire working on, but I don't think the person who 'read' it, made justice out of it. I had my hat and my smile ready to go. I wonder if the guys would take me as a pledge?!?!?! =) The evening was great and we all had a lot of fun. Once again I was in the company of some great people in which we laughed, talked, and had a wonderful time together. Unfortunately, Voddy, the president, couldn't make it; he is currently hospitalized...poor guy. We sure did miss him.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Let the Celebrations Commence...
The BIG WEEKEND is finally here...
Die Verbindung (the frat) is celebrating its 128th anniversary...
I dont know how exactly i feel about it. i am still not in the über excited mood, but i think that will happen tomorrow, once the actual celebrating starts. however, today, i am having a full pijama/let's-watch-movies day with the girls while the boys are off doing some boyish drinking stuff at 10am. These Germans are hard core when it comes to their drinking... i feel left behind and that i must increase my tolerance in order to keep with the likes of them. i had to buy a new dress for saturday's ball. it's cute, but i dont know if i would of spend as much money on it if i were back in the States. But to limit my spending i decided not to get a hairstyle done. It's too expensive as well. So, i am just going to straighten my hair and do something cute with it. We'll see what happens... I went to buy my dress with two girlfriends from two of Renke's brothers. Pia and Franzie (hopefully, i am spelling their names right) have been nothing but nice and kind to me. Their boyfriends are soooo lucky to have them. It's a bit weird, though. I have always found it easier to befriend boys as opposed to girls. But it has been the complete oppostie here at the frat. I feel so intimidated by the boys and i feel that i cant relate to them the way i relate to my guy friends back at home. i literally cannot speak to them. my whole system shuts down. and i dont want them to think that i am a bitch or a snobby American because i won't talk to them. For example, I went downstairs yesterday to ask one of the guys if he needed help. He said, "Nein," but i asked once more and he said no again and then went on a rant about saying how the furniture they were moving was heavy and how i would only hurt myself. First of all, I move furniture around all the time in my room, so that's no problem. Second, i was offerring my help, a 'thank you' would have been nice. But instead of saying anything, i choked and crawled back to my cave also known as Renke's room. it's so baaaaaaadddd. i cant joke around with them because i feel that the German humor might be a little bit different from mine and so i dont want to be seen as a weird-o or a freak. *sigh* i miss my boyz ( and Sprite, too)...
But as soon as I can I will try to post up pics of the events going on (and of my dresses...hehehehe). I think I like the process of dressing up more than the actual event itself...no, I am kidding, but it is fun to get all spiffed up for one's man....
Dancing in the moonlight
Everybodys feeling warm and bright
Its such a fine and natural sight
Everybodys dancing in the moonlight
Die Verbindung (the frat) is celebrating its 128th anniversary...
I dont know how exactly i feel about it. i am still not in the über excited mood, but i think that will happen tomorrow, once the actual celebrating starts. however, today, i am having a full pijama/let's-watch-movies day with the girls while the boys are off doing some boyish drinking stuff at 10am. These Germans are hard core when it comes to their drinking... i feel left behind and that i must increase my tolerance in order to keep with the likes of them. i had to buy a new dress for saturday's ball. it's cute, but i dont know if i would of spend as much money on it if i were back in the States. But to limit my spending i decided not to get a hairstyle done. It's too expensive as well. So, i am just going to straighten my hair and do something cute with it. We'll see what happens... I went to buy my dress with two girlfriends from two of Renke's brothers. Pia and Franzie (hopefully, i am spelling their names right) have been nothing but nice and kind to me. Their boyfriends are soooo lucky to have them. It's a bit weird, though. I have always found it easier to befriend boys as opposed to girls. But it has been the complete oppostie here at the frat. I feel so intimidated by the boys and i feel that i cant relate to them the way i relate to my guy friends back at home. i literally cannot speak to them. my whole system shuts down. and i dont want them to think that i am a bitch or a snobby American because i won't talk to them. For example, I went downstairs yesterday to ask one of the guys if he needed help. He said, "Nein," but i asked once more and he said no again and then went on a rant about saying how the furniture they were moving was heavy and how i would only hurt myself. First of all, I move furniture around all the time in my room, so that's no problem. Second, i was offerring my help, a 'thank you' would have been nice. But instead of saying anything, i choked and crawled back to my cave also known as Renke's room. it's so baaaaaaadddd. i cant joke around with them because i feel that the German humor might be a little bit different from mine and so i dont want to be seen as a weird-o or a freak. *sigh* i miss my boyz ( and Sprite, too)...
But as soon as I can I will try to post up pics of the events going on (and of my dresses...hehehehe). I think I like the process of dressing up more than the actual event itself...no, I am kidding, but it is fun to get all spiffed up for one's man....
Dancing in the moonlight
Everybodys feeling warm and bright
Its such a fine and natural sight
Everybodys dancing in the moonlight
Monday, May 22, 2006
Deciding, Something I am Always Doing
Today, on my way back from the supermarket I was asked,
"What's going to happen when you return to the States?"
To be honest, i have not thought about it at all. The pure thought of it scares me. I will be away from the life i have grown to love and separated once again from the only person that I have truly deeply cared about (sidenote: this is totally different from family and friends...i think you all know what i mean). i don't want to go through with this again, but if i want to keep him in my life we are going to have survive the next five years like this. FIVE YEARS!!! It's a long time, but at the pace time goes by, it will hopefully pass us by quickly. I have always thought about doing grad-school in Europe (Renke could be seen as another reason why i should.) There is the UN University in Geneeva, but there are also some other closer options like in Berlin and in Bremen. Who knows? But then I face myself with another obstacle...and that's choosing. I have always wanted to go to Columbia University, and it would be great for grad-school, but with my life circumstances, i don't know what will happen. Who knows if i will even get into Columbia?!?!?!
Ay, yay, yay, yay
What is a girl to do? I like to plan what i will be doing with my life in the next year or two. But at times i think that planning for the tomorrow is wasteful because all that time that you spend planning, you could have been spending time with the ones you love. It's just a big paradox. You have to plan for tomorrow, but who knows if you will still be alive next week or so. In the words of one my dearest friends in Rochester, "I should just tell the rest of the world to go fuck itself," and do what i want with my life. However, the little voice inside my head, which by the way sounds very close to my mom's, is telling me to reconsider and to be responsible. Ooooh, mothers!!! They tend to squeeze themselves into every aspect of one's life.
"Well-behaved Women Rarely Make History..."
-Laurel Thatcher Ullrich
"What's going to happen when you return to the States?"
To be honest, i have not thought about it at all. The pure thought of it scares me. I will be away from the life i have grown to love and separated once again from the only person that I have truly deeply cared about (sidenote: this is totally different from family and friends...i think you all know what i mean). i don't want to go through with this again, but if i want to keep him in my life we are going to have survive the next five years like this. FIVE YEARS!!! It's a long time, but at the pace time goes by, it will hopefully pass us by quickly. I have always thought about doing grad-school in Europe (Renke could be seen as another reason why i should.) There is the UN University in Geneeva, but there are also some other closer options like in Berlin and in Bremen. Who knows? But then I face myself with another obstacle...and that's choosing. I have always wanted to go to Columbia University, and it would be great for grad-school, but with my life circumstances, i don't know what will happen. Who knows if i will even get into Columbia?!?!?!
Ay, yay, yay, yay
What is a girl to do? I like to plan what i will be doing with my life in the next year or two. But at times i think that planning for the tomorrow is wasteful because all that time that you spend planning, you could have been spending time with the ones you love. It's just a big paradox. You have to plan for tomorrow, but who knows if you will still be alive next week or so. In the words of one my dearest friends in Rochester, "I should just tell the rest of the world to go fuck itself," and do what i want with my life. However, the little voice inside my head, which by the way sounds very close to my mom's, is telling me to reconsider and to be responsible. Ooooh, mothers!!! They tend to squeeze themselves into every aspect of one's life.
"Well-behaved Women Rarely Make History..."
-Laurel Thatcher Ullrich
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
A BitterSweet End...
I have to admit that one of my best memories here in Freiburg was created yesterday evening...
My suite mate Basti (short for Sebastian) asked me if i wanted to go on a walk with him and have a beer. I hadn't seen much of Basti, because he was in India doing an internship with his professor (awesome, right? yeah, i know) However, even though he wasn't here for most of my stay we have grown to be very good and close friends. So we walked for a while and then sat down on the blue bridge him and i cross every day to go to schoo. As we climbed up the steel arches of the bridge, people passed below us and kept on going with their lives. it was so interesting being up there without being noticed... well, for a while at least. the view was beautiful. in front of us we could see the Black Forrest and the sun was starting to set. It was one of the most gorgeous things that i have seen. As the sun went down, Basti pulls out two beers from his jacket and we start to drink and talk. we talked for about two hours about future plans, "humanity", marriage (not with him...hehehe), having a family, our favorite memories, and so on and so forth. He told me he was sad to see me go and that he will miss me. "I will miss you, too," i said. during our talk Basti pulls out 2 Bidis. these are Hindi cigarrettes literally rolled up in a leaf and tied up with a string... no filter whatsoever!!! They were the epitome of Third World 'souvenirs'. We smoked the Hindi cigarrettes along with our beer. OMG, that was the first time that i had been completely relaxed and 'loose' in weeks. it was amazing. The sun set, our talk came to a finish, and without words we said goodbye, it was understood. it's funny how life puts you in these situations and you meet people that touch your life in significant ways and that you know you will see once again during your lifetime. I guess i just wasn't expected for someone like him to be the person in Freiburg to leave me such a permanent impression...
My suite mate Basti (short for Sebastian) asked me if i wanted to go on a walk with him and have a beer. I hadn't seen much of Basti, because he was in India doing an internship with his professor (awesome, right? yeah, i know) However, even though he wasn't here for most of my stay we have grown to be very good and close friends. So we walked for a while and then sat down on the blue bridge him and i cross every day to go to schoo. As we climbed up the steel arches of the bridge, people passed below us and kept on going with their lives. it was so interesting being up there without being noticed... well, for a while at least. the view was beautiful. in front of us we could see the Black Forrest and the sun was starting to set. It was one of the most gorgeous things that i have seen. As the sun went down, Basti pulls out two beers from his jacket and we start to drink and talk. we talked for about two hours about future plans, "humanity", marriage (not with him...hehehe), having a family, our favorite memories, and so on and so forth. He told me he was sad to see me go and that he will miss me. "I will miss you, too," i said. during our talk Basti pulls out 2 Bidis. these are Hindi cigarrettes literally rolled up in a leaf and tied up with a string... no filter whatsoever!!! They were the epitome of Third World 'souvenirs'. We smoked the Hindi cigarrettes along with our beer. OMG, that was the first time that i had been completely relaxed and 'loose' in weeks. it was amazing. The sun set, our talk came to a finish, and without words we said goodbye, it was understood. it's funny how life puts you in these situations and you meet people that touch your life in significant ways and that you know you will see once again during your lifetime. I guess i just wasn't expected for someone like him to be the person in Freiburg to leave me such a permanent impression...
Thursday, May 11, 2006
At the End of the Cycle...
Well, I am officially done with school...
it's fucking scary...
i am done
i am officially a Senior...
this time next year the real world begins
Can i hold on to this a little bit longer???
Well, at least i have the NOW...
Next week a whole new episode of my life will begin
...a great one
i cant wait....
I LOVE YOU...
and i can't wait to be with you!!!
it's fucking scary...
i am done
i am officially a Senior...
this time next year the real world begins
Can i hold on to this a little bit longer???
Well, at least i have the NOW...
Next week a whole new episode of my life will begin
...a great one
i cant wait....
I LOVE YOU...
and i can't wait to be with you!!!
Monday, May 08, 2006
Then Again, Maybe Not
So maybe, I don't have this....
I am sooo tired and ready to give up. These last days are intense and I don't think I can handle them. I am ready to go and to be done. It's barely Monday. OH GOD, I will be done with this shit on Thursday....
It's not far away, I guess. But during these remaining days of mirsery, all I want is to be held and said, "Everything will be ok...."
*sigh*
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Oh, F*ck!!!
I am sooo tired and ready to give up. These last days are intense and I don't think I can handle them. I am ready to go and to be done. It's barely Monday. OH GOD, I will be done with this shit on Thursday....
It's not far away, I guess. But during these remaining days of mirsery, all I want is to be held and said, "Everything will be ok...."
*sigh*
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Oh, F*ck!!!
Friday, May 05, 2006
Bring It On!!!!!
Yesterday was the last day of classes...
Today, I took one Final Exam...
OUT OF 5!!!!
Less than 2 weeks left....
I got this....
Bring it....
Today, I took one Final Exam...
OUT OF 5!!!!
Less than 2 weeks left....
I got this....
Bring it....
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Unbelievable....
I just felt that I needed to add this to my blog...
So my friend Claudia and I have been studying for our Migration class final which will be next week. We were reading an article today about immigration in Germany from the 1980s to the present day. It actually stated:
"Most German citizens and historians have perceived the immigrant community as a BIOLOGICAL THREAT..."
What the hell is that about?!?!?! I hope this is not the true sentiment that the whole German nation feels... that would be horrible.
I have been called many bad names in my life, but never have I been referred to as a 'Biological Threat'.
Wow, just wow
So my friend Claudia and I have been studying for our Migration class final which will be next week. We were reading an article today about immigration in Germany from the 1980s to the present day. It actually stated:
"Most German citizens and historians have perceived the immigrant community as a BIOLOGICAL THREAT..."
What the hell is that about?!?!?! I hope this is not the true sentiment that the whole German nation feels... that would be horrible.
I have been called many bad names in my life, but never have I been referred to as a 'Biological Threat'.
Wow, just wow
Mexico, The New Amsterdam???
With the growing turmoil and the ongoing drug-war on the Mexican-Texan border, Mexico has decided to pass on a law that is both controversial and abnormal for the Mexican society. Click the on the link and read on...
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/04/29/world/americas/29mexico.html?ex=1303963200&en=678fa967d2eec343&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss
Ay, Dios...
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/04/29/world/americas/29mexico.html?ex=1303963200&en=678fa967d2eec343&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss
Ay, Dios...
Monday, May 01, 2006
Another Chapter...
I started crying today after I read your message…..
So I respond to you, My Dearest Friend....
It’s finally happening. We are growing up. I know we have had our share of crossroads in the past, but this time it feels as if we are crossing a state line. We find ourselves with one foot in our future, but the other is still holding on to dear life on the other side. Unfortunately, at this juncture we are alone, but I guess we both knew this would come sooner or later. I thought it would be later….so much later. Where did the time go? I swear, we were just kids riding on the bus back home from school just two seconds ago. And now, we are practically young women of twenty-something years of age and making life changing decisions. If only I could pause time for five more minutes to taste the sweetness of our shared childhood once again. If only I could record those moments when we were driving and singing out loud. If only I could relive these moments with you once again….
Sometimes we are by the ones we love, but eventually we must decide by ourselves the next step to take in this journey called Life. We will be tested; we will have heartbreaks; there will be times where we will cry or laugh; we will become women….
My Dearest Friend, it is time for the world to enjoy you charisma, your beauty, your intelligence, your humor, your friendship, your care, your love, your soul. You are about to begin a new part of your life in
I wish I could be by your side during this time of emotional turmoil. Even though at the moment I am an ocean away, I am holding your hand…. I know you will make it through, not only that, I know you will be successful at whatever you do. Don’t let the stress get to you and remember that sometimes a good cry will do a lot more than holding those tears back.
I thank you for all the special ways you have touched my life. I couldn’t have asked God for a better friend. You have become my Sister. And like just like sisters, we share a special bond that we know will bring us back together. My dearest sister, I wish you good luck and Godspeed. I love you and I always will….
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