It's sad, but it's true. Perhaps minor details are for free, but the most part of our life has a cost. I wonder, Why does life have a cost? and I don't mean money wise, I mean even emotional wise and body wise. We're born; we have life insurance, we get sick or hurt; we have health insurance, we even have to pay for our fucking death! -all that was money wise, to broaden our view in that first- someone we don't even know well has our life in their hands, they are there to pick up our debt and then, they are gone, they/he/she don't care if we where happy with what we did in life, or what we had succeeded, they just want our money and that's it, they're gone "Great, you're about to die, I need you to pay up so that you can have a spot at a cemetery or else..." It's horrid that that is our world. I wonder now, do they own our souls to or are our souls spared?
All what I just said was to prove a point in a material way. Look how insane man kind has gotten.
Now, non material aspects...
For example, you fractured your arm in some point of your life, you supposedly healed -say's the doctor- but then, years and years later you realize that that area is affecting you someway again, not letting you do what you need to do, your own body builds up a personal account, you have debts to pay.
How about a stronger example, say... love?
I'm guessing love is one of the biggest collectors of life, everyone searches for it, absolutely everyone. It's a part of us to want affection, wether it's human affection or animal affection, we need it. How many of you guys has had a broken heart? Everyone. Let's use one of the classic phrases: I will make him/her pay for what he's/she's done. There we go, do I need to say more?
Ok, let's not get all super depressed, maybe just one more example. Friendship. Sound familiar? We've all been in the phases where someone said to someone "I don't want to be your friend anymore" or "I don't want you to be my friend anymore", for the receiver is always harder to accept the consequence, always, because receivers always have the idea that they are doing their best to give what they have available. It's a world of give and take, people, and there's nothing we can do about it.
So, I guess some of you guys already figured out what are the free things in life, but those that still don't know I'd say they are the minor details of our life, that being: laughing moments with someone, with whom ever, no one will ever charge for a smile, a real smile, a real laughter. No one can take that away. It is simply the greatest joy of life it's self. Don't you feel free when you laugh uncontrollably? Like there are no limits what so ever in that. It's an explosion of joy inside out.
There's other stuff that are for free, but for me, the biggest and greatest thing that is for free in life is joy.
My final thoughts are...
Don't take life too seriously, even though there is horrid corruption all around us, and even though our body will ask us to pay up eventually, just admire what you are capable of having for free: laughter.
Laugh as many times you can, laugh when you really feel like it, even if your alone, who cares?! Fuck all the other loones that don't know how to laugh out of the blue.
Sorry for posting such a brief subject, but that's all I had in hand and also an apology for not posting on Wednesday.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
What is life without changes?
That question has been bobbing in my head for a couple of days now since a friend of mine posted on Facebook: "Change is good, change is good, change is good. Ready, would it help?"
The fact that he wrote at the end of that sentence "...would it help?" made me think that he doesn't like changes, like many, many other people, very few know that they need changes in their life and so they do it. My dad, for instance, doesn't like changes, none the less, my mom will throw away anything that is not needed anymore and rearrange anything that can be arranged, my dad hates change, but when he sees it and submits to the change, he likes it and sometimes ends up loving it. So, this makes me think, if someone doesn't like change yet has friends that do like change and there for do change around that person, then that person can submit to it, but only of it's done in the outside, rather than the inside.
So, I ask myself once again, What is life without changes? I'll tell you. A life without changes is a life laking progress. They say that "where ever there is youth there is growth" -Eisenstein, well, it might have been like that in the old days, but not anymore, people get too comfterable now in days, so comfterable that they think "why do something else when I can stay comfterable where I am?" yeah, right behind the shit hitting the fan. We all need changes in our lives, it's what makes us tick, what makes us grow, think, progress... people misinterpret the word change, they think that "change" is an immediate different point of view, the most radical thing on earth, but really it's something that just comes with time, little by little and you don't even notice it, but we are always changing, the society changes all time, look at how technology took over us! of course, we adapt to the easiest, but never the hardest, like if it wasn't worth it. Think about it.
Change is beautiful, it's a breath of fresh air... all the time because it's new beginning to practically everything and they all end... eventually, or when you want them to end. The beauty of change is that you get to open a lot of doors rather than closing, but when a few do close, you still have a whole lot of doors to choose from that are open already and that await to be opened.
Ok... right now I just spoke to a friend of mine, he is nervous if he got in some university because he failed one exam at another university and I found myself telling him: The world gives us opened doors, we shut them because we are scared... so, when doors close it's because you are also scared of looking into them, maybe it'll be good to close some, but not all. Always keep options opened.
Well, that is all, audience. I am off to bed because I wouldn't want my father to shut off the internet on me again =S
Toddles!
P. S. The friend that wrote to me about the university thing had to do with another post I had made in my fb, although it is in spanish, the main thing I wanted to say was this: Be afraid, but confront what ever is presented to you, it means that you will give another step.
The fact that he wrote at the end of that sentence "...would it help?" made me think that he doesn't like changes, like many, many other people, very few know that they need changes in their life and so they do it. My dad, for instance, doesn't like changes, none the less, my mom will throw away anything that is not needed anymore and rearrange anything that can be arranged, my dad hates change, but when he sees it and submits to the change, he likes it and sometimes ends up loving it. So, this makes me think, if someone doesn't like change yet has friends that do like change and there for do change around that person, then that person can submit to it, but only of it's done in the outside, rather than the inside.
So, I ask myself once again, What is life without changes? I'll tell you. A life without changes is a life laking progress. They say that "where ever there is youth there is growth" -Eisenstein, well, it might have been like that in the old days, but not anymore, people get too comfterable now in days, so comfterable that they think "why do something else when I can stay comfterable where I am?" yeah, right behind the shit hitting the fan. We all need changes in our lives, it's what makes us tick, what makes us grow, think, progress... people misinterpret the word change, they think that "change" is an immediate different point of view, the most radical thing on earth, but really it's something that just comes with time, little by little and you don't even notice it, but we are always changing, the society changes all time, look at how technology took over us! of course, we adapt to the easiest, but never the hardest, like if it wasn't worth it. Think about it.
Change is beautiful, it's a breath of fresh air... all the time because it's new beginning to practically everything and they all end... eventually, or when you want them to end. The beauty of change is that you get to open a lot of doors rather than closing, but when a few do close, you still have a whole lot of doors to choose from that are open already and that await to be opened.
Ok... right now I just spoke to a friend of mine, he is nervous if he got in some university because he failed one exam at another university and I found myself telling him: The world gives us opened doors, we shut them because we are scared... so, when doors close it's because you are also scared of looking into them, maybe it'll be good to close some, but not all. Always keep options opened.
Well, that is all, audience. I am off to bed because I wouldn't want my father to shut off the internet on me again =S
Toddles!
P. S. The friend that wrote to me about the university thing had to do with another post I had made in my fb, although it is in spanish, the main thing I wanted to say was this: Be afraid, but confront what ever is presented to you, it means that you will give another step.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Why feel embarrassed?
I'm very concerned of the amount of men and women (especially women) that feel "shy" or "embarrassed" about their appearance when they are completely naked.
A friend of mine needs to wear a bra when she's having sex because she thinks it's too vulgar to let the girls out and have fun during sex.
This doesn't necessarily need to be about sex, but also about women exploring their own body and even fantasizing. The society we live in today is always about a sex symbol and of weight. Sex should be great, I agree, but this society has built up so much pressure over so many men and women that some just can't climax anymore or they climax way too soon and doesn't give enough time for the other one to climax.
It's a big issue, everyone is thinking "Oh, is he looking at the small cut I have on my breast? does it bother him?", "Oh man, I have too much hair on my chest, does it bother her?" and even "I don't want him to go down on me because I think my vagina is ugly or smelly" what ever the case may be... There's even women that don't like to have their feet touched during sex and so they wear sox's! I will say this, keeping your feet warm give you a better chance to orgasm, but don't wear sox's just because you think they are ugly or stinky or what ever. It's like, no one can actually be with their own body, they don't know how to love their body. I'll tell you guys something, if a person loves their own body then we are talking about a person that would do it anytime, anywhere and however; it's confidence and knowing that when someone loves their own body then everyone will... well, the majority.
Note: Did you know...
69% of men and 48% of women fantasize having sex in a public place, running with risks and being hallowed by someone.
Let's break that percentage down, 69% of men fantasize of having sex in a public place and the other 31% fantasizes about the usual and... unusual stuff that we wouldn't like to know, but in that 69% men also fantasize over normal stuff... Let's just round up the equivalent: 100% of men fantasize about sex, that's that.
Now... women, ah women. Sometimes they disappoint me, well, not sometimes, it's the majority of the times. Only 48% of women fantasize having sex in public places and also fantasize about the normal stuff, the rest of that percentage are women who fantasize the usual and unusual and I know there's a neat amount of women that just think it's gross or inappropriate to even think of sex. Sad, sad, sad.
Girls, no one is gonna look into your brain and look at the pictures, movies, hear, smell, feel, etc when it's about sex or what not, NO ONE CAN! imagine what ever the fuck you girls want, our thoughts/ideas are bulletproof, as V says. So, get on with it, have fun, and if you can't think of anything there are plenty of books, audiobooks, videos, photographs, etc on the internet that you can browse for. Heck, I have some audiobooks myself.
What I'm trying to say here is that you shouldn't be embarrassed over your body. The less you notice something from your body the less noticeable it'll be for the other one. And!... get to know the person, you never know if he or she is a stalker, really. For pete sake, and use condoms or at least ask if he or she is healthy.
So, be careful, have FUN, explore one another and don't get hurt! One out of 3 people suffers from an accident while having sex, the most common ones: contracted muscle and cramps.
Oh! also... every time he or she has an orgasm you burn 3 calories, I know it's not much, but sum it up after the amount of time you guys have been having sex at one time. It's pretty much around 50 calories.
And the older you get, the shorter the orgasms get so..... GET TO IT!
A friend of mine needs to wear a bra when she's having sex because she thinks it's too vulgar to let the girls out and have fun during sex.
This doesn't necessarily need to be about sex, but also about women exploring their own body and even fantasizing. The society we live in today is always about a sex symbol and of weight. Sex should be great, I agree, but this society has built up so much pressure over so many men and women that some just can't climax anymore or they climax way too soon and doesn't give enough time for the other one to climax.
It's a big issue, everyone is thinking "Oh, is he looking at the small cut I have on my breast? does it bother him?", "Oh man, I have too much hair on my chest, does it bother her?" and even "I don't want him to go down on me because I think my vagina is ugly or smelly" what ever the case may be... There's even women that don't like to have their feet touched during sex and so they wear sox's! I will say this, keeping your feet warm give you a better chance to orgasm, but don't wear sox's just because you think they are ugly or stinky or what ever. It's like, no one can actually be with their own body, they don't know how to love their body. I'll tell you guys something, if a person loves their own body then we are talking about a person that would do it anytime, anywhere and however; it's confidence and knowing that when someone loves their own body then everyone will... well, the majority.
Note: Did you know...
69% of men and 48% of women fantasize having sex in a public place, running with risks and being hallowed by someone.
Let's break that percentage down, 69% of men fantasize of having sex in a public place and the other 31% fantasizes about the usual and... unusual stuff that we wouldn't like to know, but in that 69% men also fantasize over normal stuff... Let's just round up the equivalent: 100% of men fantasize about sex, that's that.
Now... women, ah women. Sometimes they disappoint me, well, not sometimes, it's the majority of the times. Only 48% of women fantasize having sex in public places and also fantasize about the normal stuff, the rest of that percentage are women who fantasize the usual and unusual and I know there's a neat amount of women that just think it's gross or inappropriate to even think of sex. Sad, sad, sad.
Girls, no one is gonna look into your brain and look at the pictures, movies, hear, smell, feel, etc when it's about sex or what not, NO ONE CAN! imagine what ever the fuck you girls want, our thoughts/ideas are bulletproof, as V says. So, get on with it, have fun, and if you can't think of anything there are plenty of books, audiobooks, videos, photographs, etc on the internet that you can browse for. Heck, I have some audiobooks myself.
What I'm trying to say here is that you shouldn't be embarrassed over your body. The less you notice something from your body the less noticeable it'll be for the other one. And!... get to know the person, you never know if he or she is a stalker, really. For pete sake, and use condoms or at least ask if he or she is healthy.
So, be careful, have FUN, explore one another and don't get hurt! One out of 3 people suffers from an accident while having sex, the most common ones: contracted muscle and cramps.
Oh! also... every time he or she has an orgasm you burn 3 calories, I know it's not much, but sum it up after the amount of time you guys have been having sex at one time. It's pretty much around 50 calories.
And the older you get, the shorter the orgasms get so..... GET TO IT!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Kleinfeld.
Today my cousin had an appointment at Kleinfeld, in NYC, at 10AM.
My cousin, my aunt, my grandma and my cousins maids of honor wouldn't stop saying how famous the TV show is (apparently, Kleinfeld was a BIG thing) and how it would be great to have one of the famous people there help her out with the dresses.
My first impression when I walked in:
*Out of breath.
*Amazed.
*Heart racing.
*Excited.
What more can I say, the entrance was like entering a ballroom, it was enormous and young girls all over the place, everyone had their hair done, makeup, dressing, etc., then little did I know what was behind that reception... It was like "Bridal-Heaven", we all smiled at the glare of wedding dresses all around us, and the fitting rooms??... forget it! the maids of honor and I -the brides maid- where sitting in the fitting room while my mom, aunt and grandma where waiting outside of the fitting room.
There where 2 main dresses that I loved, but my cousin wasn't going crazy for it... I guess it has to do with personalities, she liked them, but I loved them, she wanted more flirty and fun, and I saw graciousness and tradition, I've always been a classy gal.
As we walked a couple of time to the main room -where all the bridals "show-off" the dresses they are trying on in front of huge mirrors, I got to see more bridal gowns; corsets, lace, satin, trumpet, short dresses, long dresses, beads, no beads, sweet hearts and no sweet hearts, chapel veil's and what not. It wasn't till now that I thought to myself, What kind of dress would I wear?... If I ever marry. And I realized how my cousin kept on trying on different dresses and all, and with the second to the last she just wasn't going nuts for it though, she liked it and it got me thinking, If she weren't marrying, she would have chosen that like all of did with out a breath, but I knew she was also picturing marrying in that gown to Alex. She knew it wasn't for them, the gown didn't actually show their relationship and I know that's why my cousin was looking for something more youthful, fun, flirty, out there because that was their relationship.
And so then, I answered my question: I'd wear all of them right now, but until I find that special someone I know I'll be looking for us in an authentic dress.
P.S. There is a possibility that I'll design bridal gowns. Today was truly a unique experience.
My cousin, my aunt, my grandma and my cousins maids of honor wouldn't stop saying how famous the TV show is (apparently, Kleinfeld was a BIG thing) and how it would be great to have one of the famous people there help her out with the dresses.
My first impression when I walked in:
*Out of breath.
*Amazed.
*Heart racing.
*Excited.
What more can I say, the entrance was like entering a ballroom, it was enormous and young girls all over the place, everyone had their hair done, makeup, dressing, etc., then little did I know what was behind that reception... It was like "Bridal-Heaven", we all smiled at the glare of wedding dresses all around us, and the fitting rooms??... forget it! the maids of honor and I -the brides maid- where sitting in the fitting room while my mom, aunt and grandma where waiting outside of the fitting room.
There where 2 main dresses that I loved, but my cousin wasn't going crazy for it... I guess it has to do with personalities, she liked them, but I loved them, she wanted more flirty and fun, and I saw graciousness and tradition, I've always been a classy gal.
As we walked a couple of time to the main room -where all the bridals "show-off" the dresses they are trying on in front of huge mirrors, I got to see more bridal gowns; corsets, lace, satin, trumpet, short dresses, long dresses, beads, no beads, sweet hearts and no sweet hearts, chapel veil's and what not. It wasn't till now that I thought to myself, What kind of dress would I wear?... If I ever marry. And I realized how my cousin kept on trying on different dresses and all, and with the second to the last she just wasn't going nuts for it though, she liked it and it got me thinking, If she weren't marrying, she would have chosen that like all of did with out a breath, but I knew she was also picturing marrying in that gown to Alex. She knew it wasn't for them, the gown didn't actually show their relationship and I know that's why my cousin was looking for something more youthful, fun, flirty, out there because that was their relationship.
And so then, I answered my question: I'd wear all of them right now, but until I find that special someone I know I'll be looking for us in an authentic dress.
P.S. There is a possibility that I'll design bridal gowns. Today was truly a unique experience.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
It's just around the corner.
I am soon to be a collage student, something I always did look forward too, I always saw it as something where you can finally start living your life the way you want to and visualize even more living on your own.
It's scary right now for me, I'm a noob, but I know that when ever someone faces a fear and defeat's it they can pretty much conquer what comes along the way, as long as they are persistent and know what they want.
It wasn't till a couple of days when I realized it, that collage was just 3 weeks away to start, someone at campus sent me an email letting me know so I wouldn't forget to go the first days of introduction. It hit me so hard that I felt the need of wishing everyone in my generation a fare well and good luck and to new beginnings. For some it touched them deeply and for others it was just some more bullshit coming out of my brain, but it was something I needed to share with them because I know I'm not the only one feeling like this; many are nervous and excited at the very same time, some are staying and some are leaving or have left already...
The course of our lives are changing, some people will keep on seeing each other, some will soon be forgotten and some will see each other as different people and they'll either get along or stop seeing each other.
I've been waiting for a change of wind for a very long time now and now I can finally feel it. New friends, new teachers, new zone, new party's, new interests... I'll be molding the new me, or more likely, the ideal of being me. I know I'll have a fanta-bulous time at this collage, despite the fact that for the first time I'll be with only girls -and maybe some boys, but what boy is straight studying fashion design? No one- and I usually hate being around girls all the time, way too much drama for me... but I'll do my very best to tough 'em up, I don't wanna deal with kittens all the time. A breath of fresh air would do good once in a blue moon.
I'll be studying in Mexico, at Jannett Kleins Fashion Design Campus and Merchandising, it's 4 1/2 years the whole career with 3 degrees; Fashion Design, Merchandising and Art History. They have an exchange student program to various places and it would be a semester-long the exchange. Sadly, they don't have an exchange program in NY, I would have been so happy if it where any collage of fashion design, even if it wasn't what I really wanted. NY is my place to be, a place where I know I will grow, be dependent and have my own place.
The mere thought of all this makes me so happy and free. Not to be rude, at all, but I do need to be away from my dad more than anything. I love him, but he doesn't get it when I want to explore, be ME. I keep on telling him that he won't be able to be with me or protect me forever, one day I'll have to leave because, I don't know, maybe for a job opportunity, a collage to be in, and he won't be there to "protect" me, and I have to start getting used to that. I hope my dad can understand that soon... though *sigh* I doubt it.
Everything is moving so fast. The best thing for me right now is that I'm blind spotted to my future right now, not that I ever knew to predict the future, but I always had a certain vision of it and now, the only thing I have in vision as something clear is my career. I just know I'll be huge at it, but that's it, nothing more. I don't see a boyfriend, really, and I don't think I would be ready for one... I've grown vulnerable and afraid to love and commitment, I've wrapped myself in an awkward cocoon, I'll let myself be touched by someone else and what not, but... just thinking of a relationship right now scares me. I'm a person who wants someone with me, preferably a boy, a woman know exactly what I'm going through all the time and I wouldn't like that, to be honest, there's like no privacy in that way. Hmmm, I think I may have hit the nail of why women like to be with men... though, what's left of straight women of course, hahaha. It could be very much that, the privacy that we are able to have around a man is great, not someone who knows exactly where the hell you're going through and I don't know about other women out there but I sure as hell hate when someone is always guessing what is wrong with me and a man (usually) won't really care unless you say it's important to you. Dunno... that's just my point of view.
Damn, I went off subject there. Sorry.
Well, I had to write all this down, my ideas where nice and fresh and it would have been a waist if I slept on it and not have the ideas I had right now.
Thank you for your time. See you on Sunday.
(tried uploading an image, but it was taking way too much fucking long to upload and I just wanted to hit the sack already so... no image.)
It's scary right now for me, I'm a noob, but I know that when ever someone faces a fear and defeat's it they can pretty much conquer what comes along the way, as long as they are persistent and know what they want.
It wasn't till a couple of days when I realized it, that collage was just 3 weeks away to start, someone at campus sent me an email letting me know so I wouldn't forget to go the first days of introduction. It hit me so hard that I felt the need of wishing everyone in my generation a fare well and good luck and to new beginnings. For some it touched them deeply and for others it was just some more bullshit coming out of my brain, but it was something I needed to share with them because I know I'm not the only one feeling like this; many are nervous and excited at the very same time, some are staying and some are leaving or have left already...
The course of our lives are changing, some people will keep on seeing each other, some will soon be forgotten and some will see each other as different people and they'll either get along or stop seeing each other.
I've been waiting for a change of wind for a very long time now and now I can finally feel it. New friends, new teachers, new zone, new party's, new interests... I'll be molding the new me, or more likely, the ideal of being me. I know I'll have a fanta-bulous time at this collage, despite the fact that for the first time I'll be with only girls -and maybe some boys, but what boy is straight studying fashion design? No one- and I usually hate being around girls all the time, way too much drama for me... but I'll do my very best to tough 'em up, I don't wanna deal with kittens all the time. A breath of fresh air would do good once in a blue moon.
I'll be studying in Mexico, at Jannett Kleins Fashion Design Campus and Merchandising, it's 4 1/2 years the whole career with 3 degrees; Fashion Design, Merchandising and Art History. They have an exchange student program to various places and it would be a semester-long the exchange. Sadly, they don't have an exchange program in NY, I would have been so happy if it where any collage of fashion design, even if it wasn't what I really wanted. NY is my place to be, a place where I know I will grow, be dependent and have my own place.
The mere thought of all this makes me so happy and free. Not to be rude, at all, but I do need to be away from my dad more than anything. I love him, but he doesn't get it when I want to explore, be ME. I keep on telling him that he won't be able to be with me or protect me forever, one day I'll have to leave because, I don't know, maybe for a job opportunity, a collage to be in, and he won't be there to "protect" me, and I have to start getting used to that. I hope my dad can understand that soon... though *sigh* I doubt it.
Everything is moving so fast. The best thing for me right now is that I'm blind spotted to my future right now, not that I ever knew to predict the future, but I always had a certain vision of it and now, the only thing I have in vision as something clear is my career. I just know I'll be huge at it, but that's it, nothing more. I don't see a boyfriend, really, and I don't think I would be ready for one... I've grown vulnerable and afraid to love and commitment, I've wrapped myself in an awkward cocoon, I'll let myself be touched by someone else and what not, but... just thinking of a relationship right now scares me. I'm a person who wants someone with me, preferably a boy, a woman know exactly what I'm going through all the time and I wouldn't like that, to be honest, there's like no privacy in that way. Hmmm, I think I may have hit the nail of why women like to be with men... though, what's left of straight women of course, hahaha. It could be very much that, the privacy that we are able to have around a man is great, not someone who knows exactly where the hell you're going through and I don't know about other women out there but I sure as hell hate when someone is always guessing what is wrong with me and a man (usually) won't really care unless you say it's important to you. Dunno... that's just my point of view.
Damn, I went off subject there. Sorry.
Well, I had to write all this down, my ideas where nice and fresh and it would have been a waist if I slept on it and not have the ideas I had right now.
Thank you for your time. See you on Sunday.
(tried uploading an image, but it was taking way too much fucking long to upload and I just wanted to hit the sack already so... no image.)
Sunday, July 11, 2010
"I'm not in love..."
"...I just wanna be touched" Fantastic song by Kate Nash. That song got me thinking for a couple of days Can we live without someone's touch? and by that I mean, it doesn't matter mommy, daddy or any family or friends touch, something more than just someone saying a friendly hello, or a handshake... We need to be touched in a "different" way, in way that we know that we can be satisfied with, happy; knowing we have a positive reaction to that touch. It would pretty much be a boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, lover's area to do so, to fulfill one another's desires in that way. Our body is full of connections, receptors, senders, blah! anything to communicate. I think our skin is like a modem, we receive information from the outside and we process it inside out.
Who's got that funny feeling of an energy going right through your thighs, to your heart, throat and up to your lips and eyes? there's like this tingle feeling when someone special touches you and you just react that way... or maybe I react that way and some people feel different.
My point is that we always need someone touch, more than the friendly touch but from someone that means something to you in any way. It's like a reassurance that you exist when someone touches you, holds you, kisses you. You can at least feel like you exists in someone else's world and not in just your family's because you HAVE to exist in their world... or, simply you know that you are part of their world by the mare fact that you came from that world.
Lyrics and song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNo_dhrLGTc
The book "Smoke and Mirrors" by Neil Gaiman has broaden my vision in the way that everyone has their own story, reaction, thought, feeling and then, even like that, when you see your self through a mirror you'd be surprised of how you act; speak, move, react, etc. Sometimes, when you don't know how to handle a situation it would be good to see yourself do it so and then act, but not think of the other, only of yourself.
This is a video of Neil Gaiman reading "Instructions", one of the many poems that come in the book "Smoke and Mirrors"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bi2pBZGJqj8
Who's got that funny feeling of an energy going right through your thighs, to your heart, throat and up to your lips and eyes? there's like this tingle feeling when someone special touches you and you just react that way... or maybe I react that way and some people feel different.
My point is that we always need someone touch, more than the friendly touch but from someone that means something to you in any way. It's like a reassurance that you exist when someone touches you, holds you, kisses you. You can at least feel like you exists in someone else's world and not in just your family's because you HAVE to exist in their world... or, simply you know that you are part of their world by the mare fact that you came from that world.
Lyrics and song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNo_dhrLGTc
The book "Smoke and Mirrors" by Neil Gaiman has broaden my vision in the way that everyone has their own story, reaction, thought, feeling and then, even like that, when you see your self through a mirror you'd be surprised of how you act; speak, move, react, etc. Sometimes, when you don't know how to handle a situation it would be good to see yourself do it so and then act, but not think of the other, only of yourself.
This is a video of Neil Gaiman reading "Instructions", one of the many poems that come in the book "Smoke and Mirrors"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bi2pBZGJqj8
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Being an Owl.
I've been sleeping real late, but I mean fucking late; 3AM and once 4AM... I actually saw the sun rise.
It's been interesting ever since vacations, but even more since I got to NY.
So, my best pal and I are apart right now, he's in Vancouver and I'm here in NY which makes 3 hours difference for us... It's a bitch because when it's 12AM here it's only 9PM there. Hey, at least I don't get to go to boring summer school, ha ha ha. But I miss him. It's still hard for him to accept that I feel safe around him, poor dude.
First couple of days I went to Barnes&Noble, my favorite place to pick out a book. I picked out 4 books: A clockwork orange, American Gods, Neverwhere and Pride and Prejudice. Haven't started any because I'm still reading Smoke and Mirrors by Neil G. A rather exciting book. Short story's.
My "other" blog is going slow though, today I wrote a little in it, the question is "When does a friendship turn into a relationship?" and it really is different for everyone. I wish that with all my best gals and pals I can say hello or goodbye with a kiss (lip kiss) but sadly, not everyone has a very open mind. But really, when do you know that a friendship turns into a relationship? you know when the dude or the girl asks the other one if they want to go out with each other? NO! That's crap, I think it happens when you realize that you have eyes for only that person and that that person takes all the bullshit from you and accepts your defects and what not. Bah! I don't know, because I have a best gal and she accepts me for who I am; cada quien (it means, everyone at their own will).
Next event was my brother, my sister and I getting drunk for the first time TOGETHER in a pool. We where just laughing away, dancing, singing and just having a great time. Though, never lay down on a floater when you're drunk, sheit, I still feel like the world is waving all the time. I feel real awkward, it just won't stop.
Tomorrow they plan on going to the city, and honestly... I just don't feel like going to the city for the first fucking time. I feel drained after a long ass day in the hot sun and in the pool -crap, I think I didn't put enough sun block on my back and between my boobs... their red and I know it'll hurt tomorrow- and I'm not doing it just because I don't want to, I just feel real lazy and if I carry that with me I'll be in a bad mood tomorrow, I just know it. I know myself! So, I just asked them if they can wake me up tomorrow and see if I feel like going then. I might just have to sleep on it.
It's been interesting ever since vacations, but even more since I got to NY.
So, my best pal and I are apart right now, he's in Vancouver and I'm here in NY which makes 3 hours difference for us... It's a bitch because when it's 12AM here it's only 9PM there. Hey, at least I don't get to go to boring summer school, ha ha ha. But I miss him. It's still hard for him to accept that I feel safe around him, poor dude.
First couple of days I went to Barnes&Noble, my favorite place to pick out a book. I picked out 4 books: A clockwork orange, American Gods, Neverwhere and Pride and Prejudice. Haven't started any because I'm still reading Smoke and Mirrors by Neil G. A rather exciting book. Short story's.
My "other" blog is going slow though, today I wrote a little in it, the question is "When does a friendship turn into a relationship?" and it really is different for everyone. I wish that with all my best gals and pals I can say hello or goodbye with a kiss (lip kiss) but sadly, not everyone has a very open mind. But really, when do you know that a friendship turns into a relationship? you know when the dude or the girl asks the other one if they want to go out with each other? NO! That's crap, I think it happens when you realize that you have eyes for only that person and that that person takes all the bullshit from you and accepts your defects and what not. Bah! I don't know, because I have a best gal and she accepts me for who I am; cada quien (it means, everyone at their own will).
Next event was my brother, my sister and I getting drunk for the first time TOGETHER in a pool. We where just laughing away, dancing, singing and just having a great time. Though, never lay down on a floater when you're drunk, sheit, I still feel like the world is waving all the time. I feel real awkward, it just won't stop.
Tomorrow they plan on going to the city, and honestly... I just don't feel like going to the city for the first fucking time. I feel drained after a long ass day in the hot sun and in the pool -crap, I think I didn't put enough sun block on my back and between my boobs... their red and I know it'll hurt tomorrow- and I'm not doing it just because I don't want to, I just feel real lazy and if I carry that with me I'll be in a bad mood tomorrow, I just know it. I know myself! So, I just asked them if they can wake me up tomorrow and see if I feel like going then. I might just have to sleep on it.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Happy 4th of July!
I hope many of you Americans are celebrating as it should be, it is after all, our independence (I'm half American and half Mexican) and it wasn't easy, like every other independence in general, really.
Gaining your own independence is victory. You get to write your own rules; how you're gonna live your life, when will you make a decision and how you will do it and weather you should express your self, as it should be, or not.
Speaking of independence...
Independence doesn't come in one day, it takes years and with those years you become more and more mature of how you want to live your life (in theory). Some people are afraid and so they back out, some people leave in the middle of it and some people risk it, to feel freedom, to feel complete control of their own body, mind and soul.
It isn't something just to-do, it's more of how you do it and what lies behind that action; memory's, thoughts, dreams, etc.
Someone without independence is someone ruled by a higher power. That's the reality with everything. In other words -but with the same meaning- someone who doesn't speak up and say what they want won't be going anywhere because there is someone pulling back.
Don't give up in anything, because when you do the world will rule over you and stomp you.
A person with a strong and firm heart can get anywhere and anything... I won't say at anytime because thing's just don't appear like magic, you have to work hard and with great attitude to get to the top.
Sure we get up's and down's, but it doesn't mean we shouldn't stop trying. A historian -who's name I do not recall right now and my art history teacher would murder me for this if she knew- once said that history is a spiral; civilization goes up and up and up, it climaxes and then it goes down, and down and further down until it hits the ground, but then it picks up again and so on. The consequences? You learn (hopefully) and you grow, you get yourself back up and you give another step in life, to another chapter of your life. We will try not to fall, but we need to fall in order to grow and change, but these fall's are only worth when you actually fall hard, real hard.
Life will never take something away from your grasp just-because, it is merely because there is a better opportunity for you, something better awaiting. It's like I say: "Nothing can go wrong, it can only get better."
With every fall there is a success. And we shall use our past only as reference, but never carry it with us, it'll crush us in the future. "If can't accept our past then we can't live our present, and if we can't live our present then we have no further future... or simply nor aware of the future" -Meg.
When all else seems like it failed, don't loose hope... there's always light, even the size of the farthest star that you can see, but there's light.
That's independence... from my point of view.
P.S. I am proud to be half American and half Mexican. Happy 4th of July "...land of the free"
Gaining your own independence is victory. You get to write your own rules; how you're gonna live your life, when will you make a decision and how you will do it and weather you should express your self, as it should be, or not.
Speaking of independence...
Independence doesn't come in one day, it takes years and with those years you become more and more mature of how you want to live your life (in theory). Some people are afraid and so they back out, some people leave in the middle of it and some people risk it, to feel freedom, to feel complete control of their own body, mind and soul.
It isn't something just to-do, it's more of how you do it and what lies behind that action; memory's, thoughts, dreams, etc.
Someone without independence is someone ruled by a higher power. That's the reality with everything. In other words -but with the same meaning- someone who doesn't speak up and say what they want won't be going anywhere because there is someone pulling back.
Don't give up in anything, because when you do the world will rule over you and stomp you.
A person with a strong and firm heart can get anywhere and anything... I won't say at anytime because thing's just don't appear like magic, you have to work hard and with great attitude to get to the top.
Sure we get up's and down's, but it doesn't mean we shouldn't stop trying. A historian -who's name I do not recall right now and my art history teacher would murder me for this if she knew- once said that history is a spiral; civilization goes up and up and up, it climaxes and then it goes down, and down and further down until it hits the ground, but then it picks up again and so on. The consequences? You learn (hopefully) and you grow, you get yourself back up and you give another step in life, to another chapter of your life. We will try not to fall, but we need to fall in order to grow and change, but these fall's are only worth when you actually fall hard, real hard.
Life will never take something away from your grasp just-because, it is merely because there is a better opportunity for you, something better awaiting. It's like I say: "Nothing can go wrong, it can only get better."
With every fall there is a success. And we shall use our past only as reference, but never carry it with us, it'll crush us in the future. "If can't accept our past then we can't live our present, and if we can't live our present then we have no further future... or simply nor aware of the future" -Meg.
When all else seems like it failed, don't loose hope... there's always light, even the size of the farthest star that you can see, but there's light.
That's independence... from my point of view.
P.S. I am proud to be half American and half Mexican. Happy 4th of July "...land of the free"
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