What Time Is It?! Summertime! (The Only Season Saipan Has)

        Saipan's weather is... well, there are really only two seasons on this island: dry and wet. Basically, less than a month out of the year, Saipan's weather is rainy, the rest of the year is hot, dry, and humid. Three words I do NOT want to hear. My house is concrete, so the already scarce wind that flows past my house doesn't cool it... at ALL. Lately the heat has been so unbearable that my mom has resorted to keeping the sprinklers on for extended periods of time, in hopes that it'll make things a LITTLE bit cooler. I'm kind of the spoiled one; I stay in my air-conditioned room all the time while my mom and uncle suffer outside. It's not that I'm keeping them out on purpose, no. I actually welcome them into my room occasionally. They just know the kind of person I am. I'm usually the person who needs her alone time. But ANYWAY, although the heat and humidity is enough to send me into a state of disillusion, it's the only kind of weather I truly know of. Summer.

        Yay for the summers of Saipan... the endless summers of Saipan. Living on this island for a while just makes you sick of its weather. It's hot ALL the time. It's humid ALL the time. It's dry ALL the time (besides the little bit of heavenly rain we get once in a while). But when I start thinking of my college future, which will be in Ohio, I start to remember the beaches of this island. Even though it's hot, the beaches will always cool you down. A BBQ near the water in the shade always makes everyone happy. A little company here and there, a LOT of food everywhere. It's nice just to sit back and enjoy the warmth. The best time for me on this island is when it's a windy day. Of course, the weather is still hot and sunny, it's just that there's an addition. A lovely addition.

        Imagine just laying in a hammock tied between two trees near the sea. Sea birds warbling away, the sound of the ocean against the shore, the fresh, cool breeze that sifts through the opening linens of the hammock onto your skin. The peaceful serenity of your eyes closing as you fall into a light sleep. Yes, that's what you call perfect.

        Saipan's weather isn't perfect unless you make it perfect. And luckily for me, I've already figured that part out.

Prance

PRANCE. WELL, WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT PRANCE?!

To me, it was pretty stressful. I had to deal with the shipment of the wrong dress, worrying about the seamstress not making my dress on time, decorations, and the music.

UGH, if anything, I didn't really enjoy this year's Prance. I was in charge of the music, and I think that was sort of a disaster in my eyes. There were a couple songs that came on that I found to be a mistake to put on the list in the first place; one in particular: Dance (A*$). I guess, when you're  listening to it with friends, it's okay, but when it's being blasted in a tiny room with teenagers being watched by teachers, it gets pretty unacceptable. But COME ON, there isn't any popular music nowadays that doesn't have at least one bad word. It sucks! I personally wanted to put in some Beatles songs, but I know no one would dance to any of them. People would criticize me for having a bad taste in music, when in actuality, they have the bad taste. It really narks me off sometimes.

My makeup was a disaster too. I showed the makeup woman a picture of what I wanted my makeup to look like and she made it FREAKISHLY dark! I started to cry, and I couldn't just wipe it off because it would be an insult to her work. I hated it. I really did.

The after party didn't go as planned. We couldn't get into the room. Heck, we couldn't even get into the building!

The only great thing that came out of this year's Prance was my dress. It was the best one yet, and I know I'll be keeping it for a long, long time.

Dear Mama

        Dear Mom, for the most part, I would like to thank you for putting up with all my crap, weird obsessions, phases, and attitude. I know I'm a huge handful to deal with, and caring for me almost as a single parent is something that is worth noting. I know you love me to bits, and I love you too. Although at times it may seem that I hate the world, I  really don't. I just have the worst stubbornness around. I'm probably the devil's child in you and Dad's eyes sometimes. I know I lash out in anger when I don't get what I want or when things don't go my way. I'm still working on that.

        I 'm growing up pretty fast in your eyes, I know that. I'm almost 18, I've already gotten my driver's license, and I'm on my way to start a new life in college. It's not easy for me to be separated from you, and if I think that, I can't imagine how heartbreaking it is for you. We'll make the best of our time together, and if anything happens, I'll always be there for you, just like you are there for Amma. Actually, I would like to have a similar relationship as yours and Amma's. I want to help you when you need me, and I don't want to have to hide anything.

        For the whole job issue. I don't mind where you decide to go, I just don't want to be too far away from you. I've spent long amounts of time away from you, and it's not very fun.

        This is pretty much my little letter to you. There's nothing I haven't already told you, or that you don't already know.

I LOVE YOU, MAMA! ♥

One Song

If I could only liste to one song, it would have to be something that isn't my favorite. If I listen to my favorite song over and over again, I know I'd get sick of it. I know I'm probably wrong by making this decision, but the first song that came to my mind was "Yes, Yes, We Are Magicians" by the Crookes. I don't know. I mean, it's not my most favored song ever, but it's still really good, and it's not too jumpy, not too somnolent. Give it a listen.

Here are the lyrics:

Yes, my love, oh we, are magicians
you and I
And soon, you'll see, that the cloud shapes in our eyes are blind,
but fly, forever just the same

Oh you -- you've been sleeping in the rough
A traveling man took you by the hand
And still I wonder
Why dear -- you've a pocket full of snuff
A meek and mild rag-time child who sometimes wonders

Why the crowds all stare,
Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"
I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls

Oh it -- it may well hap' to be
That there's magic wed in ragged threads
That you sleep under

To find -- there's comfort in the melody
Too mild and meek for rag-time chic
And still I wonder

Why the crowds all stare,
Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"
I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls

Mary was a poor girl
Turned alabaster call girl With bruised and pale pins
Mary's still a poor girl
So through these gutters crawl, girl
Your secret's sleeping in

And the crowds'll stop and stare
Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear"
I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls

It's a lovely song to listen to. I honestly really like it, and if you've noticed, my blog title is named after the song: "We Are Magicians"

I know some people may be disappointed that my one song isn't the Beatles, but hey, there are just so many good Beatles songs that my brain might explode trying to pick one. My love for the Beatles is everlasting, and just because I don't choose their song for my one song, doesn't mean I love them any less.

We Are Magicians is a good song, and I have no regrets!

My Ideal Spouse

Take a good look at the following men. These are what I picture my ideal spouse's face would look like:

    
 

These are only a few (and I mean few) of the many face of my ideal spouse. My spouse also has to have a good personality.

My ideal spouse's personality:

• Funny
• Caring
• Creative
• Loving
• Bubbly
• Serious when the time calls for it
• Playful (yes, playful, my husband must keep up with my playful personality, and what better way of keeping up than by actually being playful himself.
• Athletic
• Smart
• He must love animals, animals are a big part of my life
• He has to have a love for music (preferably the kinds that I listen to)
• Good with kids
• Nice laugh
• Deep, seductive voice
• Overall, a very appealing man

Okay, this might seem a little bit selfish of me (but if I truly love the guy, I wouldn't care), but you asked me what my ideal man was. So I'll let you know what I want him to look like.

My ideal spouse's looks:

• Nice body; abs
• Not too muscular, not too skinny
• Dark hair
• Light eyes
• Pretty eyes
• Color doesn't really matter to me, but preferably ranging from mildly dark, to light complexion (just because I'm light complected, and we'd look good together)
• Nice eyebrows (I tend to notice eyebrows a lot in guys, they're, in many cases, the reason I'm strongly attracted to them)
• Tall
• Nice smile
• Stylish
• Overall a perfect man

I know that the man I've explained either is famous somewhere, and will never know of my  existence, or doesn't exist. That won't stop me from dreaming, though. I'll keep searching for my perfect man (if I haven't already found one that I'm content with)!

My Graduation

Well, graduation is coming up in about sixteen days, and I'm sort of ambivalent towards it. I really don't know how to feel. I mean, I'm not indifferent about the whole leaving high school thing, I'm just stuck. I guess why I'm not feeling anxious or happy or sad is because it hasn't hit me yet. I think the idea of me graduating will hit when I'm actually getting ready for it. Perhaps when I'm sitting down in my gown, or perhaps when I receive my diploma. Maybe it won't even hit me at all, and I'll just go to college living out my days like there's no difference. Well of course things'll be different. I'll be in a new environment with new people, and new experiences.

Graduation will most likely leave a mark on me. I know It'll be emotional because for sure there'll be a bunch of girls crying. I'm not being stereotypical or anything, I know this because they told me that they would cry. I don't blame them. We've known each other so long that saying goodbye isn't an easy thing to do. We will have to eventually.

Let's just say that I'm looking forward to graduating, but everything in between and after that is a little bit fuzzy.

What Would You Do If You Had A Million Dollars?

Well, if I had a million dollars, I'd first take care of my family's financial needs, then with the money I have left, I'd spend that on creating a Playgirl Mansion. Of course, less than a million isn't enough to support building a mansion and purchasing everything that's supposed to be inside it. I'd first look for sponsors, and get a couple loans. When my mansion is complete, and when I begin to make profit from the models, I would be able to pay off my loans, and then make a living off my mansion. I mean, a house full of hot male models, come on! I'd invite so many people, and we'd have a blast. The extra money will go to charity. It's nice to help out.