Art and its importance

For anyone one knows me, they say I'm very opinionated. This is a complement to me for too many people in this world has a lack of a backbone. I'm opinionated especially when it comes to art. I hold high standards of art and, even more so, peoples opinion of art. Music is my especial favorite version of art. I'm dedicated to my choir and I love discovering new and especially old music. So beware, if you feel courageous enough to start a discussion with me about music, that I will question everything you say. While I know music should never be taken too seriously, its an art form and its time we treat it like an art. For example, let's say the topic of Lady Gaga comes up; you express you dislike her very much. And when I ask you why and you say she's simply "weird," be prepared to explain further; unless you wish your comment to be discredited. Disliking someone because of their eccentric style is, in my opinion, juvinile. Then we direct the conversation to something different. Of course, I won't walk away, decide to dislike you, and express this dislike to my other friends. I suppose this steems from my stepdad's point of view of her. While most of the time I value his opinions, his view of Lady Gaga is very annoying and frankly, ignorant in his traditional way. But all the more I pity his view for one day he may release "Hey, her music ain't bad..." The moral of this I suppose is you should open your mind to other types of art. Why? Because art can give us a way to communicate with people for deep inside every song, or painting, or novel there is a common theme of love and acceptance that the world is trying so desperately to learn. And as we have learned in the past, only when we try new things and open our hearts can we truely learn love and acceptance.

4th of July

Fourth of July... You see it now. Fireworks, barbecue, Mustangs prrring down the road. You know you want it... Makes you excited for the 4th doesn't it. Personally, I love the 4th. It makes me think of summer and Filipino food and some watermelon. I know weird combination but when you grow up in a predominately Filipino and Dutch town, trust me things get weird. Try having lumpia and a sugar and cinninamon elephant ear in 30 minutes of each other. It's a great experience. Now living in the suburbs, I have no place to get that :[ But when I think of the 4th I think of some time far in the future. Hometown, about 10 at night, getting on the ferriswheel, waiting for the fireworks to begin, and with your boyfriends. And when on the ferriswheel, he goes on knee to ask you to marry him. While I have grown into a young woman (kinda) and have grown out of such romantic thoughts (not really), I still hold on to this childhood romantic dream. And while this is only my second 4th away home, I'm still wishing I'm home and with my grandma and Michael and my buddy from the 5th grade. And while I still have a fun day planned for tomorrow, the 4th I wish I could be back on a ferriswheel, with a boyfriend or my grandma or my bud. But while I cuddle with my mom and sister under a blanket and watch the fireworks and realize how they have more money than my hometown just by the show and wish I was home, I'll realize I never do miss a 4th at home for my memories are as real and living as the fireworks are still better in that redneck town.

PS Love Mustangs!