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Exit Hiatus

Now that my college life is officially over (for now), I have finally been able to return to some of my more enjoyable hobbies. Mainly, writing. (Blogging included.) I’d like to thank several of you who have reached out to me in the last few days to ask how I was doing, and for your birthday well-wishes. (Thanks Dan!)

First things first, I feel like this blog needs a change, so I’ve decided to change its name. I feel like I’ve outgrown the whole philosophy of living in the moment, and have started facing the world head on. I’m not a kid anymore, though my inner child remains in permanent denial, and the world I live in is not perfect. But it is, it exists and I look forward to learning more from it.

Well, thanks for your patience guys. Take care and have a great week.

Best, Mary



Hello All, 

I recently changed the web address to my blog Under Sleeping Trees because the different title and URL were bothering me, and I wanted to make things uniform as to avoid confusion, so, if you were following it and suddenly can’t access it, please click on the blog name to refollow. Thanks and looking forward to hearing from you! 

Best, Mary 

When Inspiration Strikes, I Get What I Want

Good evening everyone!

Can you  believe we’re already at Day 27? Well, for today I chose to return to the tasks where we were asked to modify our blogs, play with our themes, and practically personalize them the best we could. At first glance, the biggest modification you see is that I finally changed my header. After looking at a few blogs, the stylistic element that I noticed the most were the personalized banners and headers of the blogs. I wanted my own, so I made it. Taking one of the pictures I’ve taken in the last week, I edited it on Fotor, and this is what was created:


What do you guys think? And what did you chose to do for today’s challenge?

Change is good, right?


(Miko caught red-handed, chewing on the strap of my black work apron.)

Hello Everyone,

How many of you have already completed the second task for the Hero to Zero Challenge? I just finished it myself, and am proud to say that it has helped me center myself a bit more. Obviously, I didn’t change the title of my blog, and this is because I like the title too much. It reflects exactly what I want to focus on in this blog. However, if anyone has any ideas for a new title, please let me know. (I swear, I wasn’t being lazy. Not this time!) On the other hand, I did revamp my About Me page, so please give it a read when you have the chance, and let me know what you think.

Thanks and have a wonderful Friday!


Concerned Thoughts

For a few days now I’ve been thinking about my generation, and what’s been happening in the last twenty-three years. Things are changing drastically for us, and after 9/11 the changes upped their pace. Maybe this was supposed to happen anyway, but I can’t help but dwell on it. My elementary school doesn’t exist anymore, neither does my high school. And now there’s talk of merging my home city with several others. I look at the old pictures and postcards I collected as a kid and a wave of dread and sadness slams into my chest, making it difficult to breathe. By the time my generation reaches old age, just how much of our past will be left?


People begin blogs for all kinds of reasons, and we’ll probably never know the whole list of why. But we create them anyway. Every single day a new blog goes up, a new update, a picture, a short or long post, a quote. All kinds of things are posted into the world of no return that is the internet, because once it’s posted it’s never really gone is it? The idea is no longer private, you can’t deny the fact that you wrote what you wrote because chances are someone managed to read it before you took it down, that is, if you took it down. And where exactly is this going anyway? I don’t really know. I began this with the intention of posting something, anything, because I wanted to. Simple as that. I was in the mood to go online, log into this blog, run my hands over my laptop’s chicklet keyboard, and feel the click beneath my fingers. I felt like watching letters appear on my screen, watch the characters form words, sentences, thoughts, ideas, questions. There are so many questions and thoughts that lead to more questions. Just today, in Spanish Lit Analysis, for example, we were going over how a language creates its own categories when referring to objects, and how a language reflects a person’s way of thinking. How does that work? I found myself asking. How is that possible? isn’t it the other way around, don’t I utilize my languages to relay what I want to say, what I think, what I feel? Well, apparently not. My languages limits me because it is they that define how I express myself. Crazy, don’t you think? But amazing at the same time.

Again, I forgot where this was going. Where was I going? Oh, right, the nature of the blog. The reasons why people create blogs, update blogs, follow blogs. Like I said before, they are many. In my case, I started a blog because I like the attention that it gets, that my words, sentences, paragraphs get. I wonder sometimes what my readers think when they are reading, I probably come off as annoying, or mundane. That’s alright though, I don’t mind (much). Can’t please everyone now, can I? What has been annoying me lately, however, is my own inability to post what I really want to say. It’s that automatic self-censorship that we’re all programmed with at an early age, that voice in our head that echoes society’s beliefs of what is right and what is wrong to say, or even think. That little voice is quite powerful, don’t you think? It’s strong enough to murder an idea just before I manage to transfer it to the screen, the idea dies before I even touch the keys or form the first word. Pop, it’s gone. I am left empty, as I should be. After all, if I can’t say anything nice, I might as well say nothing at all, right?

But, do I really want to be mean? Do I really want to write strange things that piss people off or simply make them feel uncomfortable? No, not really, but I’d like to have the option to. I’d like to face that little voice and kill it before it kills that bit of me forming in the back of my mind, that sprout struggling against years of ice. Am I being too dramatic? Maybe. Am I making sense? I have no idea. Do I care? No, not really.

What else is there to say? Well, I guess what I meant to from the very beginning: I plan to write as honestly as possible from now on. Wish me luck.


Change Is Good


The last month has been utter chaos. I was juggling three jobs, a full quarter of classes and my friends and I had to move to a new place.  Now though things are starting to calm down. The quarter is almost over and work has slowed some. Also, the new place is not so much of a wreck as it was a couple weeks ago. Things have gradually found their way to their proper place. Not only that, I am working on a few projects to liven the place up some,  like planting flowers and such. The ones in the picture above are Chinese forget-me-nots, poppies,  daisies and the big plant is just an indoor plant that I’ve had for a while.  I’m really excited about them,  the poppies have already begun to sprout.  Hopefully in the next few days I’ll also be able to catch up on my letter writing because I’ve been really bad on that. Well, that’s all for now.