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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89478499072292309562018-03-06T16:02:00.313-08:00Aha Shake HeartbreakErichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-34583960674537235162010-05-12T17:27:00.001-07:002010-05-12T17:27:22.349-07:00
Eran exactamente las 11:35 de la mañana cuando desperté, dejando allá lejos, en el mundo de los sueños, momentos más dulces que los que en la vida probaré.

Habían pasado ya al menos nueve noches seguidas en las que solo soñaba con mi muerte, de todas las maneras posibles, cuando llego él, a romper esa mala racha.

Hay gente que conozco de toda la vida que nunca se ha aparecido, ni fugazmente, en uno de mis sueños. Puedo pasar días pensando en la misma persona, y sin embargo nunca me encuentro con ellos al dormir. Pero con él soñé desde el día en que lo conocí.

Fue un sueño inofensivo. Algo inocente y cursi. Lo único que recuerdo de ese primer sueño ahora son sus manos. Sus manos mientras sostenía a contraluz un papel picado que él había hecho para mí. Una cosa sumamente sencilla, de papel blanco. Un óvalo que adentro llevaba solamente las letras "I" y "U" con un corazón entre las dos. Después de eso, tal vez lo voltée a ver, pero no recuerdo muy bien ya.

El sueño del que desperté hoy fue muy distinto.

En él, estábamos sentados él y yo, uno al lado del otro, en el público de cierto programa de televisión. Él bromeaba conmigo todo el tiempo, su sonrisa me hacía saltar dos que tres latidos. Empezó a tener más confianza cuando vió que yo cedía. Se atrevía a tocarme, sujetarme incluso. Me comenzó a abrazar y a hacer cosquillas. Así fue subiendo de ritmo la situación.

No recuerdo que pasó en el inter, pero terminamos abrazados sobre el piso frío de un pequeño cuarto. Su cuerpo protegía al mío, siendo la división entre este y el piso. Yo miraba aquellos ojos café obscuro mientras sentía su piel sobre la mía. Cada parte de su cuerpo en contacto con la misma parte del mío, como un reflejo al que se le añade todo el calor de un par de corazones acelerados.

Sin decir una palabra, le robé el beso que ocultaba cada vez que nos veíamos. En sus labios probé el mar. Él me miró unos momentos mientras yo saboreaba hasta el último grano de sal.

Una vez que se esfumó hasta el último rastro de ponto en mi boca, descansé mi cabeza entre su clavícula y cuello. Me dejé fundir en su calor y en su aroma. Así hasta que nos separó el abrir de mis ojos.
Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-55844283263591498412010-03-04T01:13:00.000-08:002010-03-04T01:17:23.484-08:00Agujas En El PieNo se que onda con la nueva ola de sueños donde me encajan cosas en el cuerpo, pero este es el que sigue en la serie y fue hace un par de noches.

Estaba con algún amigo (no existente en la vida real) y su hermana pequeña, en la sala de su casa.

Por alguna razón, ella tenía un "juguete" que consistía en una cosita pequeña que ella te lanzaba, no más grande que una canica. La cosa es que, donde quiera que cayera esa cosa, momentos después salían unas 40 agujas volando que iban y se te enterraban ahí. Eran agujas muy pequeñas y delgadas, creo que como las de acupuntura.

La niña me la lanzó un par de veces y se me enterraban un montón de agujas en los pies. Yo me ponía a sacarlas una por una y a veces sentía el dolor.

Al final, pude guardarlas todas y las escondí de la niña para que dejara de andar "jugando".
Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-67005292392889579192010-03-03T15:52:00.000-08:002010-03-03T15:57:05.635-08:00Navajazo Al Pecho!Otro sueño que tuve recientemente.

Íbamos muchos en un camión estudiando historia. Algunos estudiantes, decidimos bajar en algún momento. Supuestamente, los que nos bajamos, decíamos que "ya habíamos hecho todo lo que queríamos hacer (en la vida)".

Luego vamos Chikis y yo en la calle caminando (después de bajarnos del camión). Le pregunté que como se iba a ir y que si quería que le hablara a mi mamá para que pasara por nosotros.

Me dijo "ok" que hiciera eso. Seguimos caminando.

En eso, llegó un tipo y me empezó a seguir muy de cerca. Me quise pasar de listo, sospechando ya que me iba a asaltar, pero el fue más rápido y sacó una navaja que intente quitarle, pero me la enterró en el trasero!

En eso, llegó Karla corriendo a ayudar, pero ya no vi que pasó con ella porque lo siguiente en ocurrir fue que el asaltante agarro su navaja de nuevo y me la encajó en el pecho. En ese momento desperté.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-46449994194027272022010-03-03T15:41:00.000-08:002010-03-03T15:51:28.692-08:00El Sueño Donde Salía Aclaina
Pues desde hace algunos días apenas, compré un cuaderno en donde pienso anotar todos los sueños que pueda. Esta es la primera entrada en el cuaderno.

Estábamos Aclaina & familia, y yo & la mía. Jugábamos con un montón de perros (eran de Aclaina) afuera en el jardín. Derrepente, nos empezaron a aventar cohetes los vecinos. Algunos cayeron entre los perros. Yo, como podía, los pateaba para que no lastimaran a los perros y sobre todo a los cachorritos que había.

Algunos cohetes cayeron dentro de la sala de la casa, porque entraron por la ventana de atrás. Pudimos ver por medio de la ventana junto al jardein, que la sala empezaba a incendiarse.

Conseguimos apagar todo antes de que se expandiera por toda la casa. Fuimos a ver quien había sido. Para entonces ya no estaba con Aclaina, si no con dos amigos (que no conozco en la vida real).

Subimos por unas escaleras que llevaban a un lugar donde se podían ver todas las azoteas y techos de las casas, en donde había muchos jovenes vándalos, y seguían aventando explosivos, con cara de estarla pasando muy bien.

Les empecé a echar pleito. Ellos, obviamente, reaccionaron también de forma violenta. Comenzaron a perseguirnos. Atraparon a uno de mis amigos y lo empezaron a golpear y patear muy feo.

Les empecé a gritar para que se detuvieran. Les dije que mi amigo tenía anemia y que se iba a morir si no paraban. Dije que les pagaría lo que quisieran si lo dejaban en paz.

Supongo que ellos accedieron, porque lo que pasó después fue que todos subimos a un auto, y yo estaba al volante.

En un arranque de enojo hacia los vándalos, decidí empezar a chocar con todo, a ver si podía lastimarlos (porque no traían cinturon de seguridad).

Empecé a estrellarme con todo. Fue muy intenso y real. En una parte, el coché quedó arruinado y tuvimos que salir. Al hacer esto, uno de los vándalos traicionó al otro y lo empezó a estrangular, y yo empecé a estrangularlo a él. Luego, ya me iban a estrangular a mi también pero de alguna forma me salvé.

Al final, me enteré de que todos estaban actuando.

Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-16700731907019982412010-03-03T15:32:00.000-08:002010-03-03T15:39:48.060-08:00Intermission - Over

Hola! Sí, hola. En español, porque ahora pienso usar mi primer idioma también en este blog. Tal vez no todo el tiempo, pero ya es una opción. No digo que maneje el mejor español del mundo, pero creo firmemente que es mejor que mi inglés; dispongo de un poco más de vocabulario.Han pasado aproximadamente tres meses y medio desde mi último post. Esto se debe en parte a que descubrí Tumblr. En parte, me encanta tener esa página, porque es como mi gran baúl donde guardo un montononal de cosas al azar que me encuentro navegando por la red y que me gustan. Así que ahí puedo "guardar" todo en un lugar, y al mismo tiempo compartir con todos, es genial. Pero para todo lo de escribir y eso... me siento más agusto en Blogger. Es como... mi lugar privado, donde pocos y a veces, tal vez, nadie se mete, pero igual me sirve para sacarme cosas que traigo dentro.
En fin, ese es el fin de esta pequeña introducción al nuevo "bloque" y mis excusas por la

 ausencia. Espero que sigan disfrutando de mis palabritas... ah, y ahora que ya tengo una cámara apropiada, también los bombardeo (por todos los medios posibles, incluyendo este) con mis fotitos.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-47929699930930527472009-11-18T05:49:00.001-08:002009-11-18T06:17:53.561-08:00I Am Free
I don't know how many times we've talked about freedom at school. But still, this image made me think and reevaluate my concept of freedom. I don't intend to give the most professional or philosophical insight about it, because I am merely a teenage boy, with teenage vocabulary and I have not read nearly enough to have the clearest idea of everything freedom implies. Reading things like what's on that image though, really makes me wonder... Are we really free? It's like, there's a certain "model" for how to live your life. A lot of people try to make their life as similar to that perfect model as possible, which is where the term "american dream" comes from. However a lot of people try to live a different life, completely different from this model. They try to shape it in every way they can, to make it feel like it's their own. Change every single detail so it feels unique. Sometimes, it's simply impossible to fully save yourself from falling into some aspects of the standard way of life.

When I first started writing this post (not so long ago, it's quite short as you can see) I wrote "I don't think so." Right after the question of freedom. As you can see, it's nowhere to be found anymore. And that's because when I started writing all of this, I realized what *I* really think (obviously people can agree or disagree). I think that as long as we have a clear idea of what we want our lives to be, based on who we really are, and what we as individuals aspire to achieve, then we are free. Even if it is only in our minds. We can go to work, send our kids to school, act normal, watch T.V. and everything else you may want to add; but just as long as deep down you're doing everything because you want to, and you're not afraid to be a little bit crazy, even when you don't show it, then you are free.
Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-60687154426170120842009-10-31T15:30:00.000-07:002009-10-31T15:40:24.909-07:00I Could Definitely Use SomebodyEverybody seems to have someone. At least one person, one friend they can just talk to, hang out, and eat with. I talk to some people. I hang out with some others. And I eat with a few more. But I don't have somebody there for me. And it's really starting to get to me.
I have adapted. I can ride a bike. I embrace the few hours of sunlight I have. I wash my own clothes, cook my own food and shop for groceries. But I still can't find my place here in terms of people.

It takes a great deal of effort for me and quite a lot of time to trust someone. To feel connected to someone. Not even in a romantic way, just in terms of friendship. I wish I already had someone I could go to at 3 am in the morning, knock on their door and talk about things that are troubling me. But I don't.

Sometimes I feel great, I'm very positive and I smile at strangers on the streets. But I can't put up that happy face all the time, it takes energy, and it can't just be fueled on happy thoughts. There has to be some actual happy things happening to me if I want to remain positive. I don't want the sadness to overcome me. But I don't know what I should do, it's not a matter of rushing things.

I just want someone that'll watch a movie in my room with me, eat what I cook, cook for me, take me out shopping, or simply welcome me in their room whenever I knock with no specific reason. I just need a friend. A real friend.
Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-45443618797610152882009-10-18T14:25:00.000-07:002009-10-18T15:03:43.737-07:00Memory

I was just watching Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, a very weird, trippy movie that involves being able to get stuff done to your brain to erase memories of people. Or something like that. Anyway, as I stopped myself from vomiting over the extremely confusing scenes, a thought came to my mind.

What would life be without memory?

Like, what if there was no such thing as recording experiences in your brain? You just go through life living for every second that's coming, one after another. You don't have any friends, no family, and certainly no lover. (Well first of all the world as we know it wouldn't exist, but just try to picture it).

Would we just be ghosts roaming the planet with no purpose? Or perhaps savages that only care about our basic instincts... Would we appreciate the beauty of nature, or beauty of any kind for that matter? Would the concept of beauty even exist? Would any concept exist? What would we live for?

We wouldn't have to look back, but I can't see how we would be able to look forward. You're just looking at what's in front of you. Would we feel empty? Would we feel like something is missing? Or maybe we would never know the difference. That would just be how we are, how could it be strange? You can't miss something that was never there to begin with.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-2827244740897193952009-10-10T13:17:00.000-07:002009-10-10T13:28:18.778-07:00Uncertainty

Am I supposed to be here? Wait. Maybe that's not the best question. Maybe things aren't supposed to be one way or another. What I mean is... is being here my best option in life at the moment? Could I be doing something else that makes me feel more fulfilled? Would I be more productive if I was somewhere else? Is this career really what I want?

I'm full of uncertainty, and it's making me sick. It was a huge effort to come all the way to the Netherlands to study, not only for me but for my parents. It continues to be a non-stop effort from them, financially and emotionally even... with my mom being all alone back in Mexico for example. I'm scared to see that maybe this is not what I wanted after all. Just the thought of me actually doubting and writing this right now seems like such a huge failure.

Is it really that I don't feel like this study is for me? Or is it just me, who's not able to adapt, doesn't feel at home and is starting to miss everything and everyone. Should I stay a little longer and see what happens or fix this possible 'mistake' as fast as possible so it doesn't grow into something bigger?

I have so many questions and I can't see or hear answers anywhere. Maybe I should talk about this with my parents? But I'm scared. I don't wanna let them down, but I also don't wanna go on living in uncertainty... I wanna do something that makes me feel complete! I wanna feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing, being wherever I'm meant to be. I wanna do what I love. But what is it?
Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-10692434291588027282009-10-09T07:45:00.000-07:002009-10-09T08:01:29.485-07:00Today Is The Best Day Of My Life
Okay, maybe it's not. That's not the point. The point is, life is what you make of it. Life is not so much about what happens to you, but more about how you react to it. What's your attitude towards life?

You don't need a reason, just wake up one day and have a positive attitude. You'll see how when you do this, it's harder for things to bring you down. Waiting in line is not so bad, missing your bus isn't the end of the world.

Think about how lucky you already are by just being here. Think about all the things you are able to do. If somethings doesn't work out, try something else. Life is full of possibilities and opportunities. Don't be afraid to risk now and then. Having a positive attitude affects not only yourself but also others in a good way. Spread the love.

Smile at the sight of a cloudy gray day. Say thank you to the grumpy bus driver. Give directions to a lost student. Help an old lady with her groceries. Make love life.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-70750113257414928032009-10-01T01:05:00.000-07:002009-10-01T01:43:03.517-07:00In My Dreams... I'm A Killer
I need to write about my dream because it's already starting to fade away and it was pretty good so I believe I should share it with you. I don't remember too much about the first part but I remember when all the action started:

I was lying on a bed in a hotel looking at a T.V. that was turned off, holding something that looked like a huge machine gun combined

with a rocket launcher. Suddenly out of nowhere I think some sort of alarm went off, or an explosion was heard, but I jump off the bed, through the window, and I'm now sitting inside a huge tank. There are other people there, telling me who the enemy is and that I should shoot at them. So, for some reason, the enemy tank starts flying away as it it were a chopper, I lift the cannon and try to shoot it before it gets away but I miss it by a couple of meters. Then I get off the tank, wielding my machine-gun-rocket-launcher, and it seems like I'm somewhere like the Zócalo in Mexico, but with a lot of tanks all around me. I see another enemy tank in the distance, then I realize my weapon has this 'lock-on-target' sort of function, so I turn it on and aim at the tank, when I'm locked on the tank I shoot without thinking twice. This missile comes out of my gun, making a very loud noise and swirling through the air leaving a trace of smoke behind it. It gets to the tank and then a huge explosion comes, followed by a lot of dust spreading everywhere and people screaming and running away from the whole mess. That's when I realize "Holy shit, I think I could've just killed a bunch of people, what am I doing? And I'm running around with this huge gun, someone's gonna see me and know it's me and shoot me...". So I keep running, all the streets are chaotic, I get to this one street where it seems like some guy and two girls are trying to rob another girl, and there's people staring at what's happening. Now, for some reason, one of them is a friend from high school (Julieta) and she also has a gun, but unlike real life, she's being very aggressive and tells me to help her save the girl. So again, without any shame, I lift up my huge gun, now using the machine gun function, and proceed to shoot at the 'bad guys'. For some reason my bullets came out more as a squirt of water than actual bullets, but it seemed to work because I ended up getting rid of two of the thieves and as the third one was approaching me, I used the rocket function of the gun and fired right at her, this time my gun shot out what seemed to be a huge needle, and I don't wanna tell you what happened next... too graphic.

RAWR DIEE!!!

Anyways, after that I started having another moral breakdown, I was now running along with my oldest friend from kindergarden, Aclaina, and we go by some police cars so I get extremely nervous. Fortunately there was a river nearby so we jump inside, clean the weapon so no fingerprints can be found and let it sink in the river. Then we catch up with our 'team' or at least that's who I think they were, and we sit at one of these big round white tables, like the ones they usually use for weddings, and talk about what the hell just happened. Then Godric, from True Blood appears (woot!) and for some reason he had been one of my rivals all along (not the enemy, but someone from my team who I strongly disliked) and he's teasing me about what I did and whatnot. Then comes the funny ending of the dream, because I ask Godric "Are you some sort of faggot or something?" and then I proceed to pull him towards me, and we make out. (epic win!)

So that was this night's dream, quite different from anything I can remember. What do you think? Ever had dreams where you're some sort of crazy killer?
Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-48731100477052000882009-09-27T16:33:00.000-07:002009-10-09T09:45:56.513-07:00Untitled
Moving on with our lives is something that seems very automatic, but when you really analyze it you see it's much more complicated. Did you slowly give up things you liked and changed them for new things? Maybe it's for the best. We're supposed to change during time right? We can't always stay the same. But we when you really think about where you are now, and where you were 5 or 10 years ago... it can really get to you.

Last night I was up at 4 or 5 a.m. thinking about this. Only a few years ago I was living in the small town of Cuernavaca with my mom. Life seemed so simple and easy. My life was school and computer games mostly. Things like food or laundry were never of any concern to me, I had it all easy. I spent a lot of time at home and subsequently with my mom. I had a small group of friends.

Now, everything has changed. I'm living in the Netherlands, in a room, by myself. I don't see my mother at all except through Skype, although I do get to see my dad every weekend or so. Food and laundry are things I have to take care of myself, as well as many other issues that involve more and more paperwork and 'adult stuff'.

Sometimes I wonder, would it ever be possible to go back? You know, just go back to the start. Move back to Cuernavaca in a few years, with my mom. Back to the safe and comfort of home. Would it be possible to do that? If so, how unhealthy would that be? It would probably set me back a lot. But it's a nice though when you're being so nostalgic, thinking: "My childhood is over and soon my teenager days will be long gone too..."

I'm still very scared of not living my life to the fullest sometimes. Of not getting it right the first time, and of doing something and then finding out I didn't want that in the end... Of course I can't live in fear, but it just gets to me sometimes you know?

Only sometimes...
Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-63695405517078344692009-09-21T07:47:00.000-07:002009-10-09T09:46:43.149-07:00Ride With Me

So I'm sitting here on a train from Leiden to Groningen, it takes about three hours from placer to the other, and I'm wondering why I never wrote about this, considering I'm always riding trains from one city to another, it seems obvious to tell you what the train experience in the Netherlands is all about. So here it is, my thoughts during a long train ride:

Alright, as I write this, announcements are being made about the stops and connections. Of course, these announcements are all in dutch, except when you're arriving at the airport, so I never know what the person is going on about. We could be on our way to Bosnia, and I'd just be sitting there with a smile on my face. :)

Naturally, unless you're some sort of pervert, you'll want to travel without anyone unknown beside you. On some train rides this is possible, but in long ones, such as this one, it's most definitely not.

Right now I'm sitting next to this man who might or might not be a teacher, but by the look of his powerpoint presentations he could be teaching some sort of really advanced medical stuff.

There's already some people standing beside me. Poor things couldn't get a seat and there's still more than ninety minutes left before we get there.

Some read magazines, others newspapers, or the latest bestsellers. A large number of students, like me, do their school readings. I still haven't mastered this ability, I always tend to fall asleep after a while. Some people just stare. They stare at the person in front, if they know them, or at least I hope they know each other, otherwise that would be very annoying.

Personally, when I'm not doing homework on the train, I like to have a little snack, listen to music, update twitter and look around to see what everyone's doing, maybe make up stories about them in my mind. But that's just me.

Some people take interest in me, they stare at my hand and pen moving quickly over the paper. Maybe they're curious as to why I write after looking around, maybe they want to read this; but considering my handwriting isn't getting any better, I doubt they can.

I wonder how many stories could be told about what happens on the trains. How many people met the love of their here. How many ran into an old high-school friend, had a terrible accident, saw the most beautiful full moon or found enough time to reevaluate their lives and decide to change.

And as this train gets closer and closer to it's destination, I can't help but wonder how many miles I will travel on it. How many hours I will spend here. How many stories I will have to tell by the end of my time here.
Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-82434831176925618752009-09-17T10:04:00.000-07:002009-09-17T10:29:17.820-07:00Don't Stop This Train

No I'm not colorblind
I know the world is black and white

Try to keep an open mind

But I just can't sleep on this tonight

Stop this train

I want to get off

And go home again

I can't take the speed it's moving in

I know I can't

But honestly, won't someone this train?

Don't know how else to say it

Don't want to see my parents go

One generation's length away

From fighting life out on my own

Stop this train

I want to get off

And go home again

I can't take the speed it's moving in

I know I can't

But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

So scared of getting older

I'm only good at being young

So I play the numbers game

To find a way to say that life has just begun

Had a talk with my old man

Said "help me understand"

He said "turn sixty-eight"

"You'll renegotiate"

"Don't stop this train

Don't for a minute change the place you're in

And don't think I couldn't ever understand

I tried my hand

John, honestly we'll never stop this train"

Once in a while, when it's good

It'll feel like it should

And they're all still around

And you're still safe and sound

And you don't miss a thing

Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark

Singing

Stop this train

I want to get off

And go home again

I can't take the speed it's moving in

I know I can't

Cause now I see I'll never stop this train

This song pretty much describes exactly how I feel lately.

My life is going by extremely fast. I feel like I've been here for a long time.

I miss my country already. I miss the people over there. Thoughts come to mind every night. I'm thinking: 'Will I ever find friends that can compare to those I've made in the last few years?'

I don't know. I hope so. Throughout my life I've changed friends several times because of switching schools or cities, and I always lose contact. This time it's different. Some people say the friends you make in highschool are truly your friends forever. I hope so.

Sometimes I feel like I'm having the time of my life here. Others, I'm miserable. Or I simply feel out of place. Adjusting is slow, but I'll get there. And though at times I may think to myself: 'Why am I here? I should be back in my country, I'm not going to be able to stay here for four years.' I know that I'm here for a reason, I'm here to learn, and learn I will. It's already started, and I couldn't stop the train even if I wanted to, so it's time to enjoy the ride.
Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-77261021970946554562009-08-04T16:58:00.001-07:002009-08-04T17:13:57.659-07:00The RookI do believe I have been in love. Though I could be wrong. Either way, it felt good. But being single again isn't bad at all. I can be just as happy when I'm single. I missed the sense of freedom I used to have, and now it's back and I don't feel like letting it go for a while.
The thing is though... I think I'm scared to fall for someone again. I don't wanna be a fool for anybody, I don't wanna have to get tangled up again just to see that it doesn't work out in the end, and go through all the pain once more.

I guess in a way, it's like getting a rook piercing. It looks so pretty but it hurts so much that if it fell out, you'd have to think twice if it's worth going through all the pain just to put it back on.

In time, I think I'll obviously be able to get over this and find someone, but what if I'm not careful and I accidently just start doing the things I do. Feeling lonely, especially now that I'll live by myself, wishing I had someone. It would be a mistake to look for someone just to fill that hole. Because that hole belongs to my friends & family who aren't here for me, not for someone who I'd be in a relationship with. It would be like trying to fit the square into the circle hole in one of those kid's toys. It just won't do.

Avoiding this type of mistake seems pretty easy to me, all in all. There's just one thing. One person. Every time we speak, it happens again. Shiny eyes, almost drooling, trying to think of the next clever thing to say and always talking too much. Always trying to impress, but looking like a fool. Will I ever get over him? Or is it just that I shouldn't give up on it?

It seems to me like I should. It's no use right now. I have four years of nothing but dutchdutchdutch. No time to daydream about this right now.

I'll just distract myself as I have before. I have enough on my hands to keep me busy.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-16328941503367256602009-07-27T00:09:00.000-07:002009-07-27T00:22:13.996-07:00Unstoppable

Lately, so many people have been asking me the same question over and over.

'How do you feel?'

And I never know what to answer. I always say 'I don't know...' or 'I'm feeling so many things it's hard to tell'.

But now, it's hit me. I'm really leaving. I'm gonna be in the Netherlands in a few hours, and I'm gonna start a new life there. And how do I feel? I'm scared shitless. Sure I'm excited, happy, nervous, thrilled, etc. But right now, I'm mostly scared.

Why am I scared?

Ever since I was little I wanted to get out of Mexico and see the world. This opportunity I have right now... I can't just let it slip away. It's a chance to fulfill my dream. However I'm scared. I'm scared that chasing this dream is destroying everything else. What if by chasing it, I'm missing out on the things that are truly important? I can't keep on leaving the ones I love behind. I mean... I know I'm still gonna be in touch and I'll never forget them but damn... I wish I could take them all with me. It's hard to keep going if you feel like you're alone. And that's what I will be... at least at first, at least physically... alone.

So I'm scared. But I'll deal with it, like I always do. With the help of the people closest to me. Because I know I'll always have my family & friends backing me up every step of the way. Because I've set my mind to it, and because once I do that,

I am unstoppable.
Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-66669480136879987882009-07-24T22:23:00.000-07:002009-07-26T13:06:39.659-07:00Issues

If there's something I regret in my life right now, and I probably will even more when I'm older, it's missing out on so many things because of my fear of rejection and sometimes ridicule.

When I was little I remember I was leaving my grandparents' place and saying goodbye to everyone, then I enthusiastically leaned towards my aunt with my cheek up high to give & receive a goodbye kiss but she didn't see me. I just stood there with my eyes closed, on my tiptoes, just to realize no one was gonna answer that kiss and I felt pretty god damn stupid. That was the first of many experiences to come.

Everyday I see people, such as my friends interacting with others in ways that I have never tried, because I don't feel comfortable doing so, because if I try doing that I feel fake, like I'm acting. Some examples are: the way some of my friends interact with little kids, or how good they are at small talk with others' parents. Even though I absolutely adore my nephew Santiago, I just sit and watch him do stuff, follow him around and laugh with him, but I'm never able to start talking to him like others and ask in a retarded playful tone: 'What are you doing Santi?' or 'Is that you're robot? Wow it's so cool! And it's red! Wow!'. That's simply not me. Some of my friends could talk to my parents for hours even back in elementary school, and be so nice and polite that it sickened me. Even though it's not like me to do that stuff, and in some cases, it sickens me to see people do that, I'm still jealous of these abilities and I wish I had them sometimes. Why? Well simply because there's a lot to be learned from everyone, especially your elders. If I was able to open up more with my grandfather, I think I could learn a lot from him, but every time I'm left alone with him we just sit in this deep, awkward silence until somebody else comes.

So yeah, I like being myself, including the bad parts of it, but sometimes I wish I could let go of these issues for a while so I could give people a chance to get to know me, and so I could have the opportunity to learn more from them.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-52135462852294812452009-07-22T01:05:00.000-07:002009-07-22T01:20:00.371-07:00Broken StringsYou can't play on broken strings.
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel.

I can't tell you something that ain't real.

This is exactly how I feel right now.

It's hard to accept when something so good is suddenly over. Some people can't. Some people lie to themselves for years and hold on to their past, because it's all there's left to love. I refuse to do that, and so I chose to be honest with myself and my partner, and show how I really feel.

Is it possible to just fall out of love? I don't know. I don't know if that's what happened to me. All I know is somewhere along the road, I gradually lost that warm feeling I used to get, and the excitement to get home for another talk. There's no particular reason. It's definitely not his fault.

In fact, sometimes I feel like it's mine, but really I can't put my finger on why it happened. I don't know who or what to blame. Time & distance? Perhaps. But perhaps not. Maybe we both changed too much. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be.

All I know is that I'll treasure every moment I had while it was still good. I'll never forget every lesson learned, and I'll never, ever, regret a single thing we did together because honestly he's a really great guy and any other boy would be lucky to have him.

We will remain friends. Even if right now it's hard & awkward. We'll work past it eventually. I want to keep him in my life, and for what I understand so does he.

We have learned and grown so much from this, but now... it's time for us to go back to our own projects and pursuit other dreams. Nevertheless we'll always be there for each other, for we have gained a true friendship from this.
Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-72560197741372170002009-07-09T23:14:00.001-07:002009-07-09T23:15:40.426-07:00Sometimes you feel the urge to say something.
Then, you convince yourself life is short, and you should go ahead and say it without thinking.

Then you realize, yeah, life is short, but damn I shouldn't just fucking tell everyone about everything I feel.
Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-85726282387129095472009-06-22T18:37:00.000-07:002009-07-22T01:22:59.235-07:00Random Facts Part II22. I like to cover my notebooks with magazine cut-outs. Personalizing my stuff makes it more valuable somehow.

23. Most of the time, when I'm lying down I start moving my left foot uncontrollably.

24. When I was younger, I wanted to be a DJ.

25. I strongly dislike the colors orange and brown when put together. Especially on buildings. It makes them look so old fashioned.

26. If I were to have a superpower, I'd like to be able to read people's minds. But only when I want to. Not like... all the time. That would be crazy.

27. I'm scared of seaweed. Stepping on it, swimming above it, swimming around it, you name it. It's terrifying.

28. The only card game I know how to play is hearts, and I'm not even good at it.

29. The only two sports I've ever really practiced are basketball and swimming.

30. Average scare me more than big dogs.

31. I think it's disgusting when people eat refried beans without anything else on them. They're ment to be mixed with meat or something on a taco, not eaten separately!

32. I'm actually pretty good at math if I concentrate, but most of the time I don't.

33. Sometimes I'm mesmerized by the most retarded things on T.V.

34. Computer games can be quite addicting for me.

35. Whenever I push / pull the button to roll the car window up or down, I keep doing it for at least 5 minutes before I can finally stop myself. I do it with every finger, several times, and then I keep trying to do it with my thumb but I can't. I think that's the OCD in me.Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-29148186872784525392009-06-20T00:55:00.000-07:002009-06-20T01:28:50.808-07:00Random Facts Part I1. Some songs can give me chills. I love songs that do that. To me, it's a demonstration of the power of music.

2. I procrastinate as much as possible.

3. I wouldn't mind having all the clothes from American Apparel as my wardrobe and nothing else. I don't care if it's too plain & simple.

4. Learning how to play a piano is something I would like to do. However I think now I'm too old to really commit to it. I know it's wrong to think you're "too old" for something, especially when you're only 18.

5. I wish I could dance. It's an amazing skill.

6. I forgot how to ice skate and how to ride a bike.

7. Sometimes I have to try really hard to hold back my tears during a sad movie. I always succeed, unless I don't feel like stopping myself.

8. I absolutely love Transformers.

9. I hate how my voice sounds on video / phone / recordings.

10. I really have no idea why I'm going to study International Communication. And I hate when people ask me what it's all about, because I really have no idea.

11. I get bored of everything. E-mail accounts, character names, games, clothes, people. So I constantly look for change. Sometimes it makes me really sad, and sometimes very happy.

12. I feel like my fingernails grow faster during vacations.

13. Sometimes it looks like I'm not really paying attention when you're talking to me. That's because I'm not.

14. I can come up with the weirdest stories out of nowhere and make myself laugh, provided I'm telling it to someone else too.

15. I talk to myself when I'm alone. All the time. In English. I also talk to my dog, yell at the toaster, make silly comments at people on T.V., etc.

16. Sometimes I eat A LOT. And sometimes I don't eat anything.

17. Gaining weight is something good for me, so when my jeans get too tight, I smile instead of being sad.

18. While I was reading Twilight, I loved the books. Then I read the ending, it sucked. Then it got extremely overrated. Now I hate Twilight. But I'll still watch the movies cuz I can't decide if Taylor Lautner is hot or not. Haha.

19. I always think about many random facts about me, but I forget them when I'm trying to write them all down.

20. Some of my least favorite phrases are: "It's going to be okay." "Awwww, don't worry." "You poor thing." And anything that shows pity towards me, from other people. My best friend loves saying them to me when I'm feeling down. It doesn't bother me. (:

21. I would do anything for my best friends. Anything.

More to come...Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-9471257682188254162009-06-20T00:05:00.000-07:002009-06-20T00:33:00.462-07:00The Old Me Dead & Gone AwayThe old me is dead and gone, dead and gone.

Maybe not completely dead because I'm still me, and I will never lose some parts of who I am, but I've changed so much.
At some point in my life, I became unable to fully express my emotions. I keep it all to myself now.
I don't like people to pity me, therefore I had my sadnesss, disappointment & fear. It all builds up inside. But what'll happen when it comes out? I don't wanna know. I might do something terribly stupid, which is a scary thought.
Why can't I tell people that I care about them? Face to face, with words. Even my mom now, I have to take a deep breath and put all my effort into saying "I love you too" whenever she says it to me. Why so much struggle with these words? Why can't they come easy if I truely feel them?
As if that weren't enough, I used to think that in a relationship I was able to transmit all these feelings and let it all go to that special person. Words came easy, and you could see right through me. Now... not so much. Now I'm being cold in every relationship I have. Friends, family, boyfriend, you name it.What's the point of being so numb & cold? Is it a strength or a weakness? Am I protecting myself from something? If so, why? I've never been hurt badly. I guess I don't wanna start now.
I don't wanna look back when I'm old and say: "Why didn't I tell each and every person in my life, that I loved them, when I had the chance, everytime I could?"
I used to be needy & overly-romantic. Now I'm colder & more independent. I thought I'd be doing better if I gained more confidence and independence, so why doesn't it feel right? It feels like I lost even more sensitivity. People around me can only put up with it for so long. What'll happen when everyone gives up on me?

I'm gonna end up all by myself.

I see some people who've remained the same since I met them. How can they do that, when I've changed radically in less than a year? Not all of it has been for the worse, I've learned to appreciate some things more. Although it may not seem like it, I feel like I've outgrown that immature old me.
And I thought I was getting better at making decisions.

So why is it that now, when change is about to come. I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore?

The old me is dead and gone.
But that new me will be alright.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-60313505843093161322009-06-14T00:19:00.000-07:002009-06-14T00:48:45.468-07:00The MallEver wondered what's going on in my mind?
No? Well I'm still gonna tell you.

Wow my mom's secret parking place, she says it as a joke but we almost always find a spot to park there. Haha, it's more of a lucky spot than a secret one.
Okay the person who's about to jump in the elevator with us looks like he hasn't had a shower in ages.

Awkward elevator silence with the hobo and that guy who gave me a weird look when I went in.
Okay they got off before we did, two floors of peace & tranquility unless my mom brings something up.

So hungry. I hope there's not too many people at the burger place. Who am I kidding? It's always full, how can we even be hopeful? Haha, we both know we're not gonna end up eating there.
I was right, we're going to that one place... not the famous burger place, but I still always order a British burger there. This time I won't, I'll try something else. Filet mignon. I know it's gonna suck at this place. Meh, I'll order it anyway.

Wow it sucks more than I expected. You call this 3/4? There's fucking blood dripping out of the meat everywhere. Mashed potatoes are okay.

HOLY COW WHAT'S THAT OLD MAN IN THE CORNER DOING??
Oh my god, he's insane. Poor old thing. He's lost it.
Hello? Isn't anyone going to assist him? He's holding on to the table, shaking, closing his eyes.
Okay now he's just drinking coffee.
HE'S DOING IT AGAIN! Somebody stop that, it makes me uncomfortable.

I do all my bitching in my brain, my mom likes to make it public.
I don't like it when she's bitchy.
We argue.
Five minutes of awkward silence.
We get over it.

Time to search for some undies for me, the real reason why we came here, haha.
I'm still hungry cuz I didn't eat most of the so called meat. Maybe I'll have some of those mango things covered with spicy stuff, yum!
I found the undies I wanted, but as usual they only have my size in blue. I'll only buy the blue ones for now. I'll buy a black one and a white one later.
I want those mango things now!

Wow, I forgot I wanted the mango things and I bought strawberry gummies, which aren't that great anymore. I really wish I had bought some mango things.

That lady just knocked that glass ornament thing over, stared at it in horror, and ran before anyone could charge her for it. Brilliant.
Wow that other lady looks like Mrs. Waldorf from Gossip Girl, only very sad & old. Or is Mrs. Waldorf also sad & old? She seems pretty happy most of the time... whatever.

Waiting for my mom to come out of the bathroom. Sucks to be that lady in the rollerblades, trying to sell them to people. She looks like a slut. No not even a slut. It's just sad.
Ooh a Ferrari bike. I want one. No, I don't. I can't even ride bikes. I mean I used to, but I forgot. Living proof that that saying is wrong. I'm gonna need a bike in the Netherlands though. But a Ferrari is too much. Holy shit it's worth a lot more than what I sold my car for, haha.

I wanna leave, there's too many people here. I'll just make sure on the way out my mom can't see the shoe places. I'll walk on the side of the stores so I can block her window shopping as much as possible.

A young couple of preps. Both dressed in pink polos. Kinda makes you sick. That girl's weird. I shouldn't go check out the CD's cuz I always want a new one.

Let's just get out of here. It's raining, I left my bedroom window open. Oops.

Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-8780279919667697762009-06-08T16:38:00.000-07:002009-06-08T16:54:25.417-07:00Summer, kinda lazy.Well it's summer and school's over. Now what?
For the past couple of weeks I've gone out a few times with friends, and partied a bit, but other than that my life consists of:

- Playing computer games 5 or more hours a day.
- Watching T.V. or movies 3 or more hours a day.
- Drinking 2 or 3 cans of Arizona Green Tea a day.
- Drinking 1 or 2 Vitamin Water bottles a day.
- Eating anything I can find, all day.

Pretty depressing. The worst part is, I know I could do something about it. Go out, make more plans, try something new like I always say but I'm just SO LAZY.

I haven't even had any inspiration for writing on this thing, and I don't even have it now but I'm just writing for the sake of it.

At least I've been reading a bit, here and there, a few short stories and the occasional book.
If anyone has any suggestions on what to do, or any good books they know of, good movies, etc. Please tell me, it'd be much appreciated.Erichttp://email@example.com:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947849907229230956.post-15406328079798798842009-05-24T12:49:00.000-07:002009-05-24T13:17:01.015-07:00ChangeI love change, and at the same time, I'm scared of it. Big changes are like the first time you have sex. You really want it, but you're scared something might go wrong. Still, change can be good, change is necessary. Change is what has defined us throughout our lives. If we never changed, imagine how boring we would be. With every change comes a lesson, something to be learned, you get smarter, tougher. It can be addictive and make you want to change everything all at once, or it can be too much and make you want to stop and breathe for a second.
As highschool graduates, we're all about to face major changes in our lives. New schools, cities, and friends. It's gonna be really hard at first, but it always is.
I remember when I moved to Mexico City, I had no friends at all. I left them all back in the small town I used to live in; but I was willing to give up that "safe zone" to aim for something bigger. Moving to the big city was my first step towards greater goals. You can't just stay somewhere because it feels comfortable, because you're used to it, and because it's easy. It will only make you lazy and weak. Take risks, and have the initiative to climb higher.
I'm pretty used to my life here in Mexico City now. I love this city, I really do. However, as I said, it was only the first step; I have greater ambitions, I want to see the world, so my next step is to move to the Netherlands. I'll live in a city which is much smaller than Mexico City, it's gonna be hard at first. I like big cities, and whenever I've gone to the Netherlands I feel out of place if the streets are empty or there's no traffic. Yeah, I have a love/hate relationship with all of Mexico's problems. I hate big crowds and noise when I'm on the street, but the second you take it away, I miss it. Sigh.
A part of me is ready to leave, ready to be a college student, doing all sorts of different things, with great responsabilities, living by myself, etc. The other part still says: "Just a few more months please?".
I wish I could just take all of you with me, but we all have different dreams to pursue. I sincerely hope that we all find what we're looking for, and that one day we can see each other again, all together and share our stories.Erichttp://firstname.lastname@example.com


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A man was jailed Friday in connection with a college football online ticket deal that left several University of Georgia fans without tickets even after they paid the man to obtain tickets to last weekend's Georgia-Notre Dame game.
The rare matchup between the two football powers was last weekend in South Bend, Indiana, home of the Fighting Irish, and was one of the toughest-to-get tickets ever for a UGA road game.
Putnam County sheriff's officials on Friday searched the Lake Forest Drive home of Jeffrey Martin Cook in Eatonton and later arrested him.
Cook, 55, was charged with selling sports tickets without a license and advertising sports tickets for sale without posting a license number in his advertisements, Putnam Sheriff Howard Sills said in an email.
"We are actively continuing our investigation of the undelivered UGA-Notre Dame tickets as we go through the evidence we seized at his home," Sills said in the email.
Cook has since been released on bond.
Reached by phone on Saturday, Sills said his office had received about 30 complaints from people across the region who had paid to acquire tickets from Cook. Cook was thought to himself have ordered or tried to order as many as 300 tickets to the game with plans to resell them, Sills said.
The sheriff said some of the people received their tickets and that those who didn't, in some cases, were refunded.
Sills said Cook probably would not be charged with theft if he refunds the people who paid for but didn't get tickets. The sheriff, however, said his investigators were looking into Cooks records to make sure Cook didn't sell more tickets than he ordered, which could prove fraudulent.
"He sold a lot of tickets," Sills said. "But it may not be as bad as we thought."
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|Reviews for Bring Me That Horizon
| Abracadabra chapter 1 . 3/3/2011
Ummm... Yeah... In your description. You've got mispelled words. Stollen is a cake thingy. A ship stollen; while it sounds tasty might turn some readers off because they will expect an unbeta-ed story with loads of errors.I
| francis2 chapter 7 . 3/3/2011
I so applaud you for bringing Johnny Depp into this. Interesting case, I wonder who knew about this, and where the Pearl is. Danny is so himself here. And Steve is too. I guess there are a bunch of fainted females on the parking lot now, where he changed his clothes.
This is soooo funny! And the shot at how you can youtube everything from your phone in minutes is genius.
| crokettsgirl chapter 7 . 3/2/2011
Ahh you didn't torture us you had a guest appearance from another fav of mine, Johnny Depp. I hope Johnny gives Danny the autograph but I'm sure he will, Johnny loves kids and is into family so I don't think he'll forget about Grace.
Loved the talk between Jerry and Danny about the show Jerry is thinking of and how Danny is a bit sarcastic about it..lol...And now Danny knows that Steve hides his weapons and clothes in the back of the car...lol...This was such a good chapter I really really enjoyed it. Sue
| crokettsgirl chapter 6 . 3/2/2011
Steve was great if in costume they could have filmed that..lol...love Danny at the end looking displeased and how Steve asked if that was a little over the top..lol...great. Sue
| crokettsgirl chapter 5 . 3/2/2011
That was funny the bantering. Danny pushing Steve until Steve admitted he had nothing. I loved Danny taking over and then hearing the noise. Steve taking off after the boat was so good and then Danny shaking his head now that Steve had an audience..lol...great job. Sue
| Effie17 chapter 6 . 3/1/2011
I really like the bickering going on with Danny and Steve. You have been writing it very well. I especially like the office scene a few chapters back with Danny locking himself in his office and Steve calling Danny a diva. Thank you.
| francis2 chapter 6 . 3/1/2011
Wow, I guess the director will write this scene into the movie somewhere. That was really super Seal. I love this!
| francis2 chapter 5 . 2/27/2011
Well, of course Steve would swim after them. I love this story, so funny. Write more!
| ackeberlynn chapter 5 . 2/26/2011
"What?" Steve asked spinning around, but not seeing his partner.
"Psst, down here!" Danny hissed.
"What are you doing down there little fella?" Steve asked as he crouched down to be at Danny's level.
LMAO...GREAT stuff, there. :)
| crokettsgirl chapter 4 . 2/23/2011
I love those two fighting one minute and then everything is ok the next minute..lol...Poor Gracie it took her to get Danny going again. I enjoyed the chapter and can't wait for more. Sue
| francis2 chapter 4 . 2/22/2011
Those two are so funny together. I can see Steve breaking into Danny's office and laughed my ass off.
| Allie1921 chapter 3 . 2/20/2011
Well,this started as a but of cheese, but you have a chance for a really great story! I'm looking forward to more!
| francis2 chapter 3 . 2/9/2011
I love it. Don't tell me Jack Sparrow stole his ship back!
"Those are more guidelines then actual rules." Great line in this context!
| francis2 chapter 2 . 2/9/2011
| francis2 chapter 1 . 2/9/2011
OMG, this is an awesome start! You're spoofing the film industry while using another part of the industry to solve the case. Brilliant!


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Helping Hands trc is dedicated to improving the health and quality of life for children and adults with special needs by providing equine assisted activities.
HHTRC is a non-profit therapeutic horseback riding program, owned and operated by HHTRC Board of Directors, which creates a supportive and empowering environment for the abilities of children and adults with developmental disabilities. Therapeutic riding is a holistic experience impacting a person's physical, emotional, spiritual and mental well-being. Through a variety of horse related activities, our riders realize many benefitsthat can include greater confidence, pride, increased balance, muscle strength and selfesteem. Our next volunteer training day is September 5, 2009 from 9a-2p.
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Our mission at HHTRC is to provide those with a wide range of disabilities with a "whole" treatment of mind, body, and soul through physical, occupational, nutritional, and speech-language therapies provided with therapeutic horseback riding. All therapies are provided with an underlying Christian influence where God can be recognized as our ultimate physician. We are here to fill the commission given to share the good news of the gospel and to heal the sick.
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text: I tried out a pattern that I really don't care for. It's a very easy pattern but it's just not my "taste". Anyway, it's a free pattern found here https://docs.google.com/View?id=dp8xs77_15c6vxk3fc . I used Bernat Baby Coordinates yarn in pink and white. And a G hook. The photo on the site is lovely, I just don't think my version of the sweater dress is.


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Products used:
UDPP in Eden
Dior 5 color palette in Extase Pinks
EcoTools Blush Brush
MAC Print
Canmake Cover and Stretch Concealer UV
K-Palette Real Lasting Eyeliner
I primed my eyelids using UDPP in Eden this time. Last time I used Sin and I think that's why it came out too shimmery. It's much better using Eden.
Using my EcoTools Bamboo Blush Brush and the Dior Extase Pinks palette, I loaded the brush with color by swirling the brush around the whole palette. I then applied it to my entire lid from lashline to eyebrows.
The color seems to come out to a silvery color. It's interesting to me how it automatically highlights the browbone.
Using the purple from Extase Pinks, I applied it on the inner half of upper eyelid from lashline to just above the creaseline. The charcoal color is applied on outer half of upper eyelid from lashline to just above the crease. MAC Print is applied on outer corner of upper eyelid in a "V" shape. Pink from Extase Pinks is dotted onto the middle of the eyelid. I also very lightly applied the purple in the contour area from the inner eye blending towards the middle. Using the light pink from Extase Pinks, I very lightly touched up the browbone.
I then finish my face makeup by cleaning up any fallout, if there is any and applying Canmake Concealer to under eye area, blending it down into cheeks. Foundation of choice is then applied to lower half of face and blending it upwards into temple and forehead. (Today I happened to use Temptu.)
Pink is used to line the inner half of lower lashline and Print lines the outer half. K-Palette eyeliner lines the upper lashline and outer 1/3 of lower lashline. I decided to use no mascara today so I just swiped on Talika Lipocils.
I like the way that this EOTD turned out much better than the previous one.


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Mangoes are the most delicious fruits and they are a favorite for all. There is high demand for processed and fresh mangoes all over the world. Mangoes are not produced in all the countries. Hence mangoes are vastly exported all over the world. Very few countries produce mangoes and they enjoy mangoes freshly.
India is one among those countries which produces mangoes on a large scale. There is a surplus of production of mangoes, at that particular time mangoes are at its best for processing and exportation. There are many ways in which mangoes are processed. Mangoes are pulped, canned or sometimes they are used in their natural form as frozen mango slices.
"Frozen mango slices", this word might sound very simple and straight forward, but it should go through a lot of process. Since processed mangoes are used highly for exportation, industries will never compromise on quality, taste, flavor and freshness of the fruit. These days due to advanced technology, mango slices are processed with a special technology called the state of art technology.
Another technology called cryogenic technology is used for freezing the mango slices. When the mango slices are sent for freezing and if thawed doest not turn soggy then the texture is changed. Then the common technique of mechanical freezing is used. A tunnel freezer which consists of liquid nitrogen is installed in the cryogenic technology.
Mango slices are successfully frozen without any contact with atmosphere because of tunnel freezer. In a single day more than 7000kgs of frozen mango slices can be produced. Since the freezing process is instinct and it doesn't take more than 10-12min, the fruit retain all the properties as before.
Exporters of frozen mango slices make sure that mango slices are processed in 5 stages perfectly. The five steps include, washing the fruits neatly in order to remove the microbial and dust particles, then mango pulp is extracted separating the skin and stone, then the pulp is cut uniformly into slices using a mechanical machine. Before freezing the mango slices, excess water content is drained and then the slices are neatly washed. As soon as the frozen mango slices are ready, they are immediately packed without any delay.
Frozen mango slices made in this way can be used until 2 years. Processed mangoes have demand all over the world. Not only the countries which don't produce mangoes, even the countries which have ample supply of mangoes also demand for mangoes.
Straight from the container itself, frozen mango slices can be used for the preparation of dessert and other items. If there is no machinery equipment to make mango slices, simple process is used by cutting the mango fruit with a knife and making it into slices, then it is peeled up removing the seeds.


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A Craigneuk duo climbed Tinto Hill to raise money for the area's Christmas lights campaign.
Trudy Grigor and Debbie Hendry braved the five-mile trek and scaled Central Scotland's highest point of 707 metres.
The effort was all to aid the 'Light up Craigneuk' project launched by the Craigneuk Community Council.
After a recent bingo night and the hill climb, the community council are closing in on the £2000 mark for the project.
Craigneuk Community Council chairwoman Margaret Carlin said: "These lights are made in Spain and France and we need at least ten weeks where we have to pick our design.
"There's a possibility we won't raise the £40,000 and we might only raise enough for 20 lights but we'll start with that anyway. We'll have a community meeting where everyone can come and pick what they think might be right and what might be wrong."
At the last community council meeting in May, the plans to install £40,000 worth of lights were called into question.
With the lights being purchased for the first time, the £40,000 figure will then drop to £3000 a year for storage and maintenance.
Some residents believed the money raised could be better spent in the area with others claiming the lights would be the target of vandals.
Other community councils have successfully set up their own Christmas lights and, with no input from North Lanarkshire Council, the group will have to fundraise the money themselves.
The community council started with a bingo night and doing door-to-door collections and various other fundraisers throughout the year.
The group are looking for volunteers to help collect donations.
If interested, contact a member of the community council.


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Now this was my kind of classroom. I learned about foods and spices I'd never seen before and ways to prepare and cook with them. Also, there were just so many beautiful colors.
There were curry, ginger, cayenne, and paprika spices galore.
I have a cabinet stocked with those, but I have never seen geera spice. The kind woman told me it's a nice meat seasoning. I researched the spice, and it turns out that is it cumin seed called jeera.
The Dasheen plant can be prepared in a variety of ways. The dasheen bush is the closest thing I found to spinavvch. The leaves are very big and oftentimes referred to as elephant ears. They can be used in stews or raw when the leaves are chopped. This is also what is used in callalou. The dasheen root can be sliced and fried, boiled, or stewed. Dasheen can be used to make wine and ice cream, but I unfortunately didn't have the chance to try any in this form.
Dasheen Bush Leaves (elephant ears):
Chopped dasheen leaves (similar to spinach):
Dasheen root:
Today at the Chaguanas Market, I saw the raw hot pepper and pimento peppers that give so much spice to the food and sauces here. Look out for the little stout peppers – especially the red ones.
These little green crazy bunches are silk bananas. They would be boiled first before prepared. Our bus driver, Sam, likes them fried and served with salt fish (cod).
Cassava is pictured in the above image in the bottom left corner. Cassava has a consistency and texture similar to potatoes. These are considered ground provisions since they are grown as roots in the ground. They also go by the name blue foods, because some of them have a blueish tint at the core. I have had them in more of a boiled form served with garlic sauce and in a casserole form. My personal favorite was in a casserole form. If I was at home, I would enjoy it boiled with sautéed mushrooms and onions in curry or cumin spice served with a side of mellow black bean salsa over a bed of spinach.


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Jimmy Choo Event Series
Exhibition at TAFE Queensland- A showcase of six pairs of new couture shoes. The shoes will be unveiled on the night at the cocktail party.
Business luncheon at the Sofitel Hotel- in Brisbane's CBD. Guests will have the opportunity to bid in the silent auction for Jimmy Choo art works. The proceeds of the auction will go to supporting the on-going education of TAFE Queensland fashion students.
Fashion Symposium- The event will bring together minds from retail, fashion and the broader creative industries to discuss creating consumer products in today's world.
Student Workshop- Professor Choo will work with TAFE Queensland Students in a once-in-a-lifetime Masterclass experience.
Event Details
Date: 28 September - 1 October 2017
Time: Different event times
Where is it?
TAFE Mt Gravatt
1030 Cavendish Road
Mt Gravatt, 4122
For further information...
3244 6526
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Friday, 30 September 2011
Birthday Ages
We have a new challenge for you over at Polka Doodles chosen this time by Colette and she would like to see cards with an Age on. My younger daughter and all her friends will soon be turning 21 so I decided to get a head start on the cards.
I've gone for pretty pastels using a yellow stitched style paper from the Double Sprinkle Of Kraft CD with a border of pretty pink paper which was a leftover scrap from the Sundae Of Seasons CD.
I printed out the numbers (Double Sprinkle CD) on very smooth card, cut out into a circle and clear embossed it before the ink dried. I put this on a contrast scalloped mat.
I finished off with a lovely sentiment from the Double Sprinkles CD and a little stamped butterfly (Hobby Art) coloured with Promarkers.
Make sure you pop over to the challenge blog for some fabulous inspiration from the Design Team and hope to see you there.
I'm entering my card in the following challenges:
Simon Says Stamp - Anything Goes
Flutterby Wednesdays - Anything Goes (with butterfly, fairy or angel)
Anything Goes Challenge - Anything Goes
Have a lovely day and a great weekend,
Fliss xx
16 comments:
- Netty said...
Very pretty card Fliss with such a great quote. x
- 30 September 2011 at 10:31
- Jacqueline said...
Lovely card Fliss - Jacqueline xx
- 30 September 2011 at 10:45
- craftattack said...
A beautiful card and just right for this age group! Valerie
- 30 September 2011 at 10:57
- Dezinaworld said...
Another beautiful card Fliss, so pretty and cute
I have some lovely French freebie images on my Dezinaworld blog today. pop by if you get the chance and have a wonderful weekend
hugs June x
- 30 September 2011 at 11:30
- Irene said...
Brilliant card Fliss, love the sentiment.
Irene x
- 30 September 2011 at 13:49
- Cindy Adkins said...
Hi Fliss,
I love your card! and wow, 21! What a great birthday!!
I love the message--it's so perfect--and the beautiful design.
Sending ((((hugs)))) to you,
- 30 September 2011 at 16:10
- Meggymay said...
Beautiful card, love those words. Yvonne x
- 30 September 2011 at 16:10
- Cindy Adkins said...
Oh WOW, thank you so much for posting about the class--I hope it REALLY helps everyone!! I figure that if we start doing some of this stuff, we should all get more followers and higher in the rankings too!!
- 30 September 2011 at 16:12
- Danni said...
So pretty! Thank you for playing along with my flutter by challenge!
- 30 September 2011 at 19:19
- Brenda Brown said...
Favabulous card and sentiment Fliss.
Have a great weekend.
luv and hugs {brenda} xoxox
- 30 September 2011 at 21:17
- Fiona said...
Love the sentiment on this one Fliss and so apt for a 21yr old.
Thanks for your comments earlier.
- 30 September 2011 at 22:17
- Mary J said...
Oh Felicity, I love love love this card!! Thank you for joining us at Flutter By Wednesday!
Mary J x
- 30 September 2011 at 22:27
- Silvia(Barnie) said...
A wonderful birthday with a fabulous saying.
- 1 October 2011 at 05:23
- Daniele said...
such a pretty card Fliss
- 1 October 2011 at 08:04
- Colette said...
Fab card Fliss and perfect for my age challenge, thanks, Colette xx
- 2 October 2011 at 02:30
- Dolly Daydreams said...
What a pretty card , gorgeous colours and beautifully contrasted papers in images
- 2 October 2011 at 10:59


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Shocked Americans struggled Thursday to grasp the magnitude of the worst US tornadoes in decades, which carved a trail of destruction across the south, claiming at least 295 lives.
Communities like Alabama Governor Robert Bentley's small hometown of Tuscaloosa were virtually wiped off the map and officials warned the body-count would rise as rescuers uncover more dead amid the debris.
Disbelief was written on faces across eight states crippled by the ferocious spring storms -- the deadliest tornado tragedy to strike the United States since 310 people were killed in 1974.
Scene: Deadly tornadoes rip apart life in southern US
Recalling the more recent horror of 2005's Hurricane Katrina, families picked through the remains of homes, businesses and schools, bearing witness to scenes of devastation more common in war zones or after earthquakes.
The toll reached 195 in Alabama and President Barack Obama said he would travel to the worst-hit state on Friday for a first-hand look at the unfolding human tragedy.
"The loss of life has been heartbreaking, especially in Alabama," Obama said at the White House, describing the disaster as "nothing short of catastrophic."
The storms "took mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, friends and neighbors -- even entire communities," he said, vowing to rush federal assistance to those most in need.
States of emergency were declared from central Oklahoma to Georgia on the eastern seaboard and governors called out the National Guard -- including 2,000 troops in Alabama -- to help with the rescue and clean-up operations.
"We had a major catastrophic event here in Alabama with the outbreak of numerous long-track tornadoes," said Governor Bentley, who declared a major disaster for the state, where up to a million people were left without power.
Emergency responders searched through toppled trees, twisted billboards and ruined homes for signs of life, while thousands of survivors prepared to spend the night in makeshift shelters.
"There were direct hits on two towns, Hackleburg and Dadeville," National Weather Service (NWS) meteorologist in Alabama, John De Block, told AFP.
Most of the homes in Hackleburg, population 1,500, were built on slab foundations and "the slabs have been swept clean in several locations," he said, adding that colleagues told him the town was "90 percent destroyed."
Focus: Tornadoes whipped up by wind, not climate
More than 160 tornadoes were reported on Wednesday alone and if more than 148 are confirmed that would set a new record for a 24-hour period, surpassing the so-called "Super Outbreak" in 1974.
In Tuscaloosa, population around 100,000, an AFP journalist witnessed entire blocks of the small town obliterated. In addition to 36 confirmed fatalities there were at least 600 people injured and dozens unaccounted for.
"Infrastructure has been absolutely devastated," Mayor Walter Maddox told CNN. "When you look at this path of destruction, likely five to seven miles (eight to 11 kilometers) long and half a mile to a mile wide, I don't know how anyone survived.
"There are parts of this city I don't recognize," he added.
It was also a dark day for Birmingham, Alabama's largest city with more than a million residents. Mayor William Bell spoke of "whole neighborhoods of housing, just completely gone. Churches, gone. Businesses, gone."
Incredulous Birmingham residents assessing the damage were counting their blessings at having survived, while others were distraught over the loss of their loved ones or homes.
"There were two-by-fours (wooden beams) falling out of the sky," convenience store manager Jack Welch said, adding "there were well over 30 homes destroyed" just behind his store.
The overall toll includes 34 deaths in Tennessee, 32 in Mississippi, 14 in Georgia, 12 in Arkansas, five in Virginia, two in Missouri, and one in Kentucky, according to state officials contacted by AFP.
Facts: Deadliest tornado days in US history
"Oh my God, our town is in pieces," said Tim Holt, a clerk at a local hotel in Ringgold, Georgia. "We saw the funnel cloud coming and I ran into the bathroom with my wife and daughter. It's an 80 percent loss in our town."
Several eastern states were still on tornado and severe thunderstorm alert Thursday, while another major storm system was forecast to bring heavy rain and high winds on Saturday.
Source: AFP News
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8 Comments:
- Anonymous said...
OMG what happened to this world...
- April 28, 2011 at 8:14 PM
- Johny said...
this year is consider as a tragic year! first in japan then in Myanmar and now in US.
Does the prophecy of 2012 movie is true? so help us all
- April 28, 2011 at 8:17 PM
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