Monday, April 30, 2012

#4 The Dancing Miracle (100 Word Short Story)

Jamie was a beautiful girl who loved to dance. She hoped to dance on stage one day to show her love for dance with her friends and family. She joined a dance troupe to make her dream into a reality. A month before her performance, she got into a car accident. She survived, but the doctors thought she would not be able to walk or dance again. Still, she hoped for that one day on stage despite what they told her. Two years later, she got onto that stage and danced. No one could take their eyes off of her.

*This 100 word short story was inspired by Jackie Garayar.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Reason #4: Drunken Nights With Good Company

Those nights when your inhibitions are gone and you feel completely free; granted you are a bit tipsy. I must say I still am, but I wanted to write this while I was under the influence. There's some type of magical appeal to it. Your floating. No, you're flying. Maybe things will go your way for once. Maybe you'll meet someone you can connect with. The world seems so peaceful that you just want to dance and celebrate. Surrounded by friends, good energy, and a good time...

A wonderful night. Simple as that. Just go with it.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Reason #3: Flowers

We see them so often we take them for granted, but flowers are used at all types of occasions. I am lucky enough to have amazing people that have gifted me with flowers the past two nights for my performance. I went to bed yesterday feeling a bit sad, beating myself up at all the mistakes I made during the dance. I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw were the flowers. They cheered me up instantly and I couldn't help but feel loved from the these flowers as I remembered the friends I received them from.

Tonight is my last performance. I'm happy that it is almost over. I get to go back to my normal routine. At the same time, knowing that something beautiful and amazing is ending, makes me quite sad.

But I won't think of sadness right now, as I lay in bed, enjoying this Saturday morning, looking at all of the flowers on top of my bookshelf.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Reason #2: I will remember this moment.

My nerves consume me. 1-2-3-4-5-6. Breathe. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. My heart is trying to get out of my chest.

That moment on stage. The flood of lights. The music vibrating against your skin.

It means so much more, knowing you have people that care about you in the audience. A person's presence, by simply being there, swells my heart with joy.

I feel happiness.
I feel loved.
I feel as if I matter.

That's a good feeling.


 Between the earth and sky,
Oh, I wish to hide.
But love has bounded me
despite my intense desires.
To make the world I want;
set it all in beauty's fire.
Passion and rage,
til my last day.
No one can take this moment away.
Dance until I am free,
sleep until I can dream,
write until my story ends.
My own perspective,
my personal lens.


Cry. 45 dollar drive for an escape. Why don't you love me? Driving til the sunrises. Where is my father? Drive. Come back.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

#3 Blaire (100 Word Short Story)

Blaire stared out the window, dying to break free from the confines of his home.  He glanced at his owner and wondered how she could possibly sit at her desk for hours, staring at her computer screen. He sauntered over to her seeking comfort. She scratched his chin lightly, that he could not help but purr. After a while she seemed to get tired and stopped. Blaire went back to the window and began pawing at it, even though he knew it would not budge. He glanced back at her, filled with sadness that she could not understand.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Reason #1: People

I'm writing this in a rush, but I've been contemplating this idea for the last two days so I want to make sure I write it down.

Life seems to be pulling me at different directions. My pessimistic views of the world and humanity are clashing with the exciting upcoming events that make me optimistic about life. In addition to that, I'm surrounded by change and many friends who are at a cross road in their lives. Contemplations of death and the life ahead have consumed us all as I see some of my friends completely stuck, at a standstill, with an unclear direction of what to do next.

To the point: Life sucks, but damn is it also beautiful. Therefore, I've created this segment, "Reasons to Live" as a reminder of the beautiful things that make life worth living despite the dark times that are inevitable.

So reason number 1? People. I think of each individual person as a book with their own interesting stories to tell. Listening to stories and sharing our own, I believe, creates the best friendships, relationships, and etc.

So to the interesting people in my life, thank you for sharing your stories with me. Confiding in me is one of the best gifts you can ever give me. And, if I shared my stories with you, then consider yourself special :]

You only get one life, so write the best damn story you can, and LIVE to the fullest.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Blaire's Butt

Tried to take a photo with my cat Blaire. At the last moment he turned around and stuck his butt in my face.

I hope that made you guys smile:] 

& Have a good Birthday Airy!!! Deuce deuce!!! (Inside joke :P)

-Miss M

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Messy Life

A friend of mine asked me today if I missed being in a relationship. I answered yes and no. I miss the good things like having someone be there, falling asleep to their heartbeat, and being loved by them; but I don't miss the bad: the fighting, jealousy, and the pressure. Sometimes I feel lonely, and at other times at ease without having to care for another, but at the end of the day I'm indecisive.

Have I felt love in any of my relationships? I've said "I love you" to three different guys, but I think I only meant it once. Yet, that one time I allowed myself to love someone led to my own destruction; and  at times I feel like I never recovered from it. Where do I go from there? The question burns in my mind, but I push it away.

It's the weekend.
4/20 and picnic day.
Just wanna live in the moment.

Hung out with friends I met last summer, smoked. It's been awhile. Go the party. Take a shot. Smile. Meet new people, good conversation. Take another shot. Talk some more. Hug people I haven't seen for awhile. Take another shot. I'm feeling the music. I want to dance, but no one's dancing. I dance anyway. Other people dance too. Shot. Feeling good. Time for BP. Win two games, and too tired to play another one. Drink water, and more water. Good conversation. Dance. Talk and catch up. Walk home around three a.m. Sleep.

Wake up. Dance practice. Off to picnic day. The bus is too crowded. The motion of the bus makes me lose my balance, so I hold on to him.Walk. Take a drink. Walk. Take a drink. Exhibits, dogs, people watching. Michelle is a common name. At least you didn't call me Jessica. Take a rest under the shade. Talk and laugh. Go to the pool and talk. Good conversations about the fallacies of marriage, love, and interesting people. I smile. Ice cream. Say goodbyes. Nap. Go back home.

Get a text message with sad news. Life is fragile. The mental state is fragile. I use to be there at one point, now I'm seeing someone else go down that wrong path, and I don't know what to do.

Now I'm sitting here, when I should go to bed. Dress shopping in SF tomorrow morning for the soon-to-be bride. But I'm awake, thinking how life is so messy. Thinking of people I do and do not know. Thinking how quickly the present becomes the past.

Do I miss being in a relationship? The answer doesn't really matter. Life is messy. If love come my way, so be it, and may it be a wonderful adventure. If it never comes, I'll be fine. Life is messy, but it's filled with the most interesting people. You guys make me smile, new and old friends. You guys make it all okay. Watching the stars together, talking about everything, walking without a direction. It's gonna be alright.

Life may be messy, but one should never throw it away.

Friday, April 20, 2012

100 word short stories!

I hope you guys have been enjoying my 100 word short stories! Although, I must give credit where credit is due! I got the idea from my Fiction Workshop teacher Miss J, who's pretty cool. I kinda hope that when I'm older, I'll turn out like her.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

#2 Childish Love (100 Word Short Story)

When Allie was a little girl, she told her mother that one day she wanted to marry Alex. Her mother said it was not possible, since they were brother and sister. Growing up, Allie’s feelings never faded away, although she tried to repress them. Alex began to date, but Allie kept hoping that maybe one day he would see her differently. Time passed and she waited. The day of Alex’s wedding, Allie wore a bridesmaid dress. As he kissed his new wife, tears streamed down Allie’s face, realizing that her love for her brother was to be replaced by heartache.

#1 The Serial Dater (100 Word Short Story)

Jesse put the last of Amanda’s things in a box and set it outside of his apartment door for her to pick up. He thought of all of his ex girlfriends and couldn’t understand why he couldn’t commit to any of them.  Well, there was one girl, but he had messed it up. He was young and afraid of commitment then, but not now, he thought. He wanted to call her, just to hear her voice again, but his phone blinked with a voicemail. “Hey Jesse, it’s Elise’s mother. I wanted to let you know, that Elise has passed away…”

Sunday, April 1, 2012


Spring quarter begins! My poetry workshop begins tomorrow. Hopefully this spring quarter blesses me with creativity. Be prepared for more poems to come! I shall set aside fiction for these eleven weeks. However, once summer begins I'll start working on my fiction manuscripts for my Grad applications!

Suggested reading: A Song Of Ice and Fire series by George R. R. Martin
I think this series will fill the gaping hole in my chest after Harry Potter ended for me.