Transpicuous (adj) Clearly seen through or understood. Ex: Although the reporter claimed to be merely curious, her motives were quite transpicuous; it was clear that she was hunting a story. By the way Tiene Novia, hahahaha, =(

Transpicuous (adj) Clearly seen through or understood. Ex: Although the reporter claimed to be merely curious, her motives were quite transpicuous; it was clear that she was hunting a story. By the way Tiene Novia, hahahaha, =(

I come from a city, a barrio, in Los Angeles where Salvadorans, Mexicans, and African Americans (my Beautiful Black Folk) and Koreans all co-exist within an urban center. Where I wasn't allowed to play outside past 6PM. Where I would be bused to nearest Los Angeles Magnet School and never befriend those of my barrio because it would be too painful as a child to befriend someone you wouldn't even see at school. But I did! =) I befriended Joaquin, Miguel, Beto (RIP), Karen, Luisito, Yuri and the rest of the Alvarez family. I enjoyed my childhood growing up in Koreatown. The intersting thing is what (sorry I go back and forth) my compaera shared with me. Laury told me this past Saturday that it's funyn and quite ironic that we both live in better places, houses, here in Mexico City than we do back in California. I didn't register in my head til right now as I'm continuing working on my research project dealing with menores infractores. I lived in a one bedroom duplex apartment with my mom and dad. Later I found out about my sister that was left behind in Guatemala. I thought my life in Koreatown was normal and that everyone lived like I did. BOy was I wrong. Now the puzzle pieces are coming together. As an adult, as a scholar, as a human being and above all as a mujer I see life, I see love and I see my work as water (maybe a littel corny, but true) . Water is a fundamental element in life and without it we the human race as we know it wouldn't exist. But yet there so much more for me to learn from life. But also I make reference to the metaphor of water, because my work, love and life is like water. It is fundamental but its like water in a desert, like freakin' California, where it dries up, it is soaked up and it is dehydration one after another in all my stages of life where I give it my all like someone once told me instead of giving a hand i give my whole arm and the water is scarce in lands like California, in the desert, and I intake water only when i stop by an oasis and it's not that frequent. I die inside, i cry inside, i sweat tears and blood and water, the H20 element of life, just pours right out of me and I'm left empty inside without more of that agua de vida. I need to refuel, I need more love, more work put into ME, more Life given to ME. If I can save a life through my work and my love and in return just get more FRESH Water from the fountain of life into my body, soul, and heart, then I can SEE again clearly and continue what I know best to do: WORK, LIVE, AND LOVE. =) I continue working on my research project. Hasta Luego Diario en Mexico.