BO BELZA IS HOTTER THAN THE SOUP IN MY RAMEN NOODLES.

My summer in a nutshell.

.... Tonight isn't just any ordinary Sunday night. With classes starting this week, it's the Sunday night that officially marks the end of summer. And with my BUSY schedule this upcoming fall semester, it's going to be a BITCH transitioning from this wreckless, carefree mindset to ruler-up-my-ass-academia mode.

But what's the new school year without a blog about the events of the just-past, newfangled summer???? Incomplete, i tell you. so here's my 2 cents concerning the last 3 months.

Summer 2009. What a fucking rollercoaster! If it were back in May and I were to predict how the rest of the summer would have went, I wouldve have shot myself in the left eye right then and there. MAN!!!! Judging by the unpleasant episodes of early summer, i thought it was going to be the WORSE ensuing few months that I would have to suffer through.

But God, how wrong I was!!!!!

Well, not entirely... The beginning of the summer was as predicted.... miserable. I couldn't let go of certain things which elicited a bitter atttitude towards life -- probably the reason why I got into a few fights in the beginning of the summer (SORRY GUYS! haha!)

But as the summer unfolded and some of

the bitterness diluted, I began to see life as it is. I began accepting what had happened and forgiving him for what he did to me... And along with that, I stopped blaming myself. In turn, my relationships with my family and friends strengthed. Better yet, I met some dope ass people this summer that have changed my life for the better... He had to leave my life to make room for others to enter. And how grateful I am for it.

Damn, I'm seeing some kind of trend going on.... It seems as if GREAT SUMMERS only come right after break-ups. But the reason for its greatness isn't because I feel "free" or "newly single" or "able to go crazy" or whatever... In fact, I didn't do any of that this summer (though, I'm not going to lie...I have been guilty of that in the PAST).... The greatness of summer sprung from the realization that I'm taking one step closer to finding out who I am, what I want, and where I'm going in life.

And that's exactly what happened this past summer. FUCK YEA.

Disrupted sleep.

5:20 am... an unusual time to be awake. Unable to sleep, envisioning a granduer scene in front of me: 10th floor balcony of a Paris loft. A glass of wine. The rising head of the sun painting a faint blueish-pink streak beneath the black cloak of night. The silhoutte of the Effiel Tower dances in the stillness of the air. In and out, dip and turn... a tango between the metal hinges and the reflections of the early morning light. Sip from my glass, feeling the warmth of the wine conquer the chillness of early morning. Nothing to worry about, nothing to care about.. except for the scene in front of me....

Looks like jetlag STILL has got the best of me.

Instead, here I am. My second night back in San Diego. Sitting on the makeshfit "balcony" of my apartment... which is more like a duet of Ikea chairs and a wooden table sloppily thrown together on the small, cramped square outside the door of my second-story ghetto-ass apartment. A glance out the window... empty streets, run-down houses. Scatters of light resonate from a distance... downtown is still asleep. How different from where I want to be right now...

Yet, despite the stark contrast between fantasy and reality, I'm OK to be where I am right now. Despite the pangs of life, the stabs of undeserved hardships, and the superficial untrustworthy people that come in and out of my life... I'm OK with just sitting here... watching the sun rise above my head.

Good morning world. Good morning life :)