Whenever I see my parents and sisters getting older, I feel sad. I just want them to stay young forever. I want to stay young forever. I wish we could all live together never aging or having to worry about our health. I don’t want to get to the time where people around me start dying and my children and nephews stop acknowledging me. *sigh*
likes to stay up until morning and sleep in until it’s the afternoon. A girl who likes to eat, but still knows how to maintain a good body. A girl who can make me laugh without even trying. A girl who likes to take steaming-hot-hour-long showers. A girl who likes anime just as much as a little boy. A girl who likes rap, and not the shit American rappers produce. A girl who has style, but can still pull off a tomboy look. A girl with long hair, but looks sexy with short hair. A girl who likes to watch movies and play video games. A girl who believes in God and has a positive outlook on life. A girl who is kind to all, but can be a bitch when upset. A girl who doesn’t cry easily. A girl with a sexy raspy voice like Hyorin from SISTAR. A girl who can sing. A girl who is tall, but short at the same time. A girl who doesn’t take shit from anyone and is adventurous. A girl who knows what she wants in life and the determination to achieve it. A girl who’s not afraid to spend money on stupid things. A girl with flaws, but doesn’t care because she looks good. A girl I can call my own.
The other day, my dad asked me to consider changing my last name back to Ponce de León with him. Because my paternal grandfather recently passed away, my dad feels he should honor him by keeping our last name alive. When my paternal grandparents emigrated from Spain to Mexico and then later to the U.S., our family name was cut short in order to ease the transition and ensure assimilation. Thus my surname became Ponce. I am already the second generation to carry the name Ponce, because of this my dad wants me to change it before our true surname is lost. I don’t know if I’ll ever change my name like my father and uncle, but it’s something to think about.
My dad has six other siblings and out of all seven of them, there are only two males, my dad and his older brother. Out of my aunts’ and uncles’ children, there are only five males including myself. I am the only male in my family, so 3/7 of us would have returned to our original surname. My aunts’ have also asked their three sons, and my uncle his son. My dad is not really worried about my aunts, sisters, or female cousins changing their name because women typically change the surname to that of their spouse.
I feel the only reason why I would change my last name is if my other four cousins decide to change theirs as well. Then I would be forced to.
If I was a normal person with emotions, I would be stressing about my 3 exams tomorrow. But because God gives me strength, I’m fully prepared for two of my three exams. Just one more exam to study for and I can return to my committed relationship with my bed.
