Tahiti, Here I come!

As you may or may not know, I have been a long-time Polynesian dancer. I didn’t say I was a GOOD dancer, but it’s been a hobby of mine since the summer before I started high school. Throughout my early adolescent years, I was in the Polynesian Club in school and even finished high school as its co-president, weird. There’s just something beautiful about the movement, the meaning behind the dances, and the culture it represents.

In addition to the club, a few of my closest friends and I were a part of a small, family-owned and operated performance group, Pacific Island Dancers (PID), where we would dance at people’s parties, weddings, showers, and family events. Every summer I still come back to do shows with them. On a busy weekend we can get up to 3 shows! PID is such an amazing family and that’s been a reason why I love to dance so much. It’s good because it’s great way for me to relax and de-stress…and I don’t exercise so much.

After high school and throughout college I joined the group “Varua Hae” based in Buena Park. Melinda and I danced with them for a couple of years. It was actually on the carpool rides with Martin to and from this particular dance group that we started talking. Martin used to carpool with another friend, and if it wasn’t for this good ‘ol friend moving and not being able to carpool anymore, Martin and I wouldn’t have gotten so close. (Thanks John Lee!) That’s really where our relationship grew. However, after my sophomore year of college, I slowly started to get busy with school, work, church, and other activities to the point where I just couldn’t fully commit to the group.

Anyway, throughout these last few years, Varua Hae, (now Te Varua Ori) always had a special place in my heart. When we found out that they were going to compete in Tahiti this summer, we just had to come along for the ride. After all, Martin and I do owe a lot to the group :]

So after months of planning the time’s almost here. We’re leaving this weekend!

And I’m so excited I can’t contain myself.

Here’s a lovely video to give you a picture of what we will be doing next week:

 

Lovely Organizational Techniques.

Hello world!

Today’s post is all about organization. What is it? Why do it? What causes it? Any thoughts?

If you know me, you know that I’m an organization freak. I don’t show it often because I don’t want to look crazy, or I just don’t want them moving my stuff around, hah. I organize everything, from my high-heels (which are hung nicely with its own separate compartment) to my clothes (organized by dress, shirt, and colors, often changing) to even my underwear drawer (by color, type, and style, each with its own dividers). I get weirded out when things are left out or doesn’t have its own drawer. When I have time, I like to organize my closet all over again and clean my room, in an orderly fashion, with lists. Call me OCD, but I really just love the feeling of everything having its own place. I love boxes. I love storage containers…and I love the Container Store. My friends tell me that I like “boxes-within-boxes-within-boxes”. Which is true. And weird.

Not many people know this about me, of course, because that’s just plain embarrassing. Haha. I think it all started with my dad. Growing up, he never really kept the house the same. The furniture always moved around, new arrangements were made with our DVD’s and CD’s, our TV’s would move back and forth, upstairs, downstairs, and so forth. I think I grew up with his influence, and every once in awhile, I feel the need to move my stuff around and find a new place for everything. I’m just crazy like that.

On my pinterest page, I have a section for organizing, in which I posted a few of my favorite pictures found on the internet.

Organizing makes me really happy… is that weird? I like the feeling of an organized house and room…but life goes on. Things pile up, and the house gets messy. Life just happens. We can’t control the things that happen to us, and it may get unorganized. But every once in awhile, just like our faith, we need to rebuild it, clean it, reorganize, arrange it, and make it new again. Faith, just like our lives, can get tricky, complicated, and well, unorganized. But at the same time, there is beauty in its randomness, spontaneity, and adventure-ness. I don’t always keep up with this organized lifestyle…but I wish I could. I wish my house would look like the pictures above, but it doesn’t. Nothing is perfect and nothing is always organized. You kinda just have to go with the flow of things. Let things get a little messy, because that’s just life. You can’t have a mess to clean up without the adventure that put that mess there in the first place. But every once in awhile, it’s nice to make things neat and clean and start anew.

Brand new.