Howdy!

So sorry that I’ve been absent, and I might be for a while longer cause I’ve been way busy. Anywho, If you’re interested in more of my fashion designs, visit my new blog at designsintime.wordpress.com! and, if you’re interested in my photography, take a peek at my photostream at http://www.flickr.com/photos/74713019@N05/

enjoy!

Who’s Ready for Another Update?

Of my Bucket List!!! In honor of my 19th birthday, here it is:

1) start college (most definitely completed, almost done with a 3rd semester)

2) learn to play piano (never going to happen but I don’t have the will to remove it)

3) go to disneyland for the first time ever (woot, woot. Wish I could go again)

4) travel outside of the USA (We’ll see…)

5) earn young women in excellence award (um…yeah, good luck)

6) write a book (it’s inching along. very slowly)

7) sell one of my own photos (I’m really working on this. taking photography seminars and everything)

8) become a dancer. This probably isn’t what you think it is. I have redefined what being a dancer means to me. It means loving to dance and putting your heart and soul into your art. Becoming a true dancer isn’t about turnout, extension, flexibility, or pointe work to me. I might not become a talented dancer but I’ll be a true one. As Antonio Banderas said in Take the Lead, “Do you want to dance? Then you were made to dance.”

9) marry and have children (down the road obviously)

10) create my own blog (you’re here, aren’t you?)

11) actually write in my blog more than once in a blue moon (um, does Thankful November count? or is that cheating?)

12) learn spanish   nopenopenopenopenope

13) become more fluent in french (I’m trying)

14) learn to cook better (I’m in college, creative cooking is part of the job description)

15) get a job CHECK! I did have a job over the summer but I had to leave it behind when I went back to school (ah, the life of a college student)

ANY good ideas for what I can add to my bucket list? I’m looking for mostly short term goals that would be fun to do! (ANYTHING, HONESTLY?!)

What I’m Thankful For

This next one isn’t a person but it changed my life.

I’m thankful for dance.

When I was 13, I had very few friends and very little self esteem. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t play an instrument, I wasn’t good at sports (especially anything involving running), and I had no hobbies besides reading by myself in my bedroom. My parents were mostly busy with all the sports my siblings did so I was just given some books and left to my own devices. One day, I decided that I wanted to do ballet. Actually, it wasn’t like it just hit me one day. I don’t know where I got the idea or when I decided that I wanted to do it, I just did (I didn’t even really know what it was, I just wanted to do it). So, I took it upon myself to do a little research into local dance studios and voila! there were quite a few nearby. I picked one, called them up, took a tryout class, and next thing I knew, I was taking ballet lessons. My parents went along with it because there was hardly ever anything that I wanted to do that bad.

I am so thankful for ballet. It changed me and it changed my life. I don’t have words to say how much. It taught me so much that I can’t even list here in this blog. Sure, I’ll never be Misty Copeland but there is no doubt in my mind that ballet is a powerful, wonderful, beautiful thing and I wish everyone could love it as much as I do. I may not dance as much as I used to but my love for dance will never die. It runs deep and is truly a part of who I am today. Thank you ballet. Thank you Ms. Felicia. Thank you Ms. Ann and Ms. Norine and Ms. Lindsey and Ms. Michelle. Thank you Marius Petipa. Thank you Balanchine and Cechetti. Thank you.

Me in 1st arabasque Jan 2012 (photo credit: Thai Chu)

Me in 1st arabasque
                                       Jan 2012                                          (photo credit: Thai Chu)

Me and a fellow dancer Jan 2012 (photo credit: Thai Chu)
Me and a fellow dancer
Jan 2012
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

A really fun photo shoot I did  Jan 2012 (photo credit: Thai Chu)

A really fun photo shoot I did
Jan 2012
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

An old photo shoot 2011? (photo credit: Thai Chu)

An old photo shoot
2011?
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

All our tutus 2011? (photo credit: Thai Chu)

All our tutus
2011?
(photo credit: Thai Chu)

 

Then This Fruitcake…

I’m thankful for my best friend (name withheld). We met in 7th or 8th grade and became friends our sophomore year of high school. The first time I met her I thought that she hated me because of the look on her face. I later found out that that was just her nervous-meeting-someone-new face. Now, we’re best friends. We have so much in common but we’re so different at the same time. She has always been there when I needed her. She could understand anything I go through and what I’m thinking and she helps me to work things out. I’m most definitely thankful for her.Picture 053celene 066

Last of the Fold

I’ve been a little AWOL. In my defense, midterms. Moving on.

Jared! My lil’ bro. Jared is my last sibling. And our last name is Lamb (hence the title, I thought I  was being clever). Jared is 5 years younger than me and my only younger sibling. We were always the two little ones, the youngest siblings, little sister and little brother. I used to walk him to kindergarten and then I walked him to elementary school and then I was high school so school started at a different time so I wasn’t walking him anywhere. And now he’s in high school. My little brother can be the sweetest little thing ever. We would have talks late at night (when he should’ve been asleep) about anything from girls to video games to God. But he’s also a little terror. He gets into trouble in ways I could never have dreamed of (like stealing a soap dispenser from school. Just, why?) and he knows exactly which buttons to press to get on my nerves every time. But I love him and I am so thankful God decided that my parents needed one more child (they certainly didn’t plan that).

He's the little bro in the front

He’s the little bro in the front

obviously the middle one here
obviously the middle one here

Weekly Writing Challenge: Moved by Music

As a dancer deep down inside, I’ve always felt a wonderful connection to music. It makes me want to move and groove. I’ve always liked to try to pick out different beats in the song and think of how you could mix up the tempo of a dance to fit the different and less obvious beats and rhythms of a song. For this writing challenge though, instead of picking a song I would dance to, I decided to pick one that triggers an emotional memory for me.  Music can be so powerful, especially in relation to memory. Music is perfect for immortalizing the emotions of a moment, which, for those of you who know about the brain, is what really makes a memory stick. The song I’ve chosen is actually a hymn titled Be Still My Soul. I was originally planning on staying away from hymns and religious music for this challenge for various reasons but I just keep coming back to this one (don’t worry, this isn’t going to be an I Love Jesus and God lecture).

 

Back when I was in high school, my sister-in-law was pregnant. She was the first one of my siblings to be having a baby so it would be the first of my parents grandchildren and my first niece. It was definitely an emotional time for my family. During an ultrasound, the doctors discovered that the baby’s brain wasn’t developing. She would go full-term but likely only live for a few hours. After the initial shock and pain, we accepted this and were looking forward to being able to cherish the few hours we would have with her before she passed away. Then my sister-in-law got sick. The baby passed away before birth and those few precious hours were ripped away from us. For me, still a young girl trying to understand life, this rocked my world and shattered a little part of my heart. She was named Kymberly and we held a small funeral for her. To anyone who has attended a funeral for a child and seen a casket so small, you understand how heartbreaking this is. One of the hymns we sang (only one I remember from that day) was Be Still My Soul. It wasn’t even really singing, more like all of us pleading to ourselves and promising ourselves that it would be all right while tears streamed down our faces and our voices cracked. For a long time afterwards, I couldn’t hear this song without tears coming to my eyes. To me it is a personal comfort, a promise, and a small, intimate memorial to the beautiful niece that never got to see this world.

 

Lyrics:

1) Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;

With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In ev’ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav’nly Friend
Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2) Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake

To guide the future as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
3) Be still, my soul: The hour is hast’ning on

When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

 

Song:

Link for the Challenge:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/weekly-writing-challenge-music/