Faster than the speed of sound Faster than we thought we'd go Beneath the sound of hope

it's interesting to me how life, people, situations, and even places have a correlation between one another. regardless if you are in a big city or a tiny town...this world is small. you are bound to run into someone that holds a memory from your past. it is inevitable that you will find yourself in a place that you a familiar of, but just can't pin point it. deja vu is a mass murderer and we are her victims. so when you feel lost, alone or even depressed just remember, that you are bound run into the inevitable. with this said, opportunity will find its way to you, but its up to you to grab or let go of it. and i just happened to grasp this opportunity. until further notice... i am happy.


its one or the other. no maybe's, no "i dont know's", no more grey.


black or white baby.





adeus.

no words can make up for what you do.

my eyes are swollen. my legs are numb. my chest feels tight. when will this end? sometimes.. i can't even fathom how i got here. how did i end up like this? i've grown up to be someone that i am not. and it hurts.. i must say, that i know this is a phase.. and i am only typing my current thoughts and feelings. but geeeezz.... this really fucking hurts. well at least i can say that i am human and i have a heart (which is currently needing repair). man..i really thought i was a robot. i guess right now, i wish i was. beep beep boop.

easier said than done.


adeus.

como se deletrea?

mi primer nombre es, jenae. jenae se deletrea, j-e-n-a-e. gracias.

today in spanish class, our teacher taught us about Latin American culture and how Latin American names consist of the mother's paternal maiden name. The mother's maiden name comes after the father's last name. for instance, my name is Jenae(first) Alexa(middle) Suarez(father's last name) Galang(mother's maiden name). interesante, no? now what caught my interest (enough for me to blog about it) was the fact that many of my fellow classmates were very uncomfortable about saying their mother's maiden name. a few said, "i don't know my mother's maiden name". other's said, "i rather not say". most just didn't say anything at all. and as a human of femine characteristics, it is my sworn duty to over analyze this and let my imagination grab hold and run with it. i became curious. i wanted to know why this exercise was sooo uncomfortable for these few individuals. and soon enough, i needed to know. i needed to understand their reasonings which could potentially be tear jerking or what i wanted to believe could be a dramatic experience.

yea yea yea..i can smell the judgement through the screen as i type away. but don't act like you were never curious enough to imagine. and don't sit there and think i'm odd when you know you've been needing to know if your man or woman is cheating on you when he or she didn't come home last night. at least im curious about things that can not hurt my dignity and make seem psycho. i just do not have anything going on in my life. i need some sort of drama. but i'd rather witness the drama than be a part of it.

but back to my story.. i didn't want to ask nor did i want to pursue in finding out. i just wanted my mind to make the story and give it a happy ending. and it did. sooooo...the reason why these few individuals did not want to say is because..... they're robots. and their mother's maiden names' are beeeep boop bop beeeep beep boop bippidy boop boooooooop. something along those lines. this concludes my story of the mysterious no-mother-maiden-last-name individuals of Spanish 1A.

another note.. i need to make this into a sticker and put it on my forehead.



it is final.




adeus.

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adeus..