Today I experimented first hand what widespread pandemonium can create among society. Last night the Health Ministry issued a warning that a mutation of the influenza virus is propagating rapidly among the people that live in Mexico City, and so in order to avoid an epidemic, we should all try to avoid, among other things, going to any public places, sharing food, shaking hands and kissing on the cheeks and especially steer clear from people with flu-like symptoms. For the first time in more than two decades, they ordered all schools to close, from kindergarden to universities, both public and private. They recommended people not to go to work unless absolutely necessary, but unfortunately for me, what I do is catalogued as 'absolutely necessary.' So here I am, in a semi-vacant office, after passing a rather arduous and intimacy-violating process downstairs in order to enter the building.
Have you ever seen Monsters, Inc.? Remember the parts where a warning was issued because there was contact with a child or with their belongings and the Child Detection Agency appeared out of nowhere, in their special suits, poking and probing everyone and supposedly 'sanitizing' the affected area? Well, if you can picture that with humans instead of monsters, you can get a pretty good idea of what is going on today downstairs at the Ministry. There were like three or four ambulances parked outside, several policemen standing guard, all of them wearing mouth covers. As soon as I entered, it was like entering the twilight zone, because instead of being greeted by the normal multicolored, formal clothing people wear to work, I was greeted by a sea of white. Tons of doctors and nurses where standing all over, with mouth covers and gloves, interviewing people as they entered. A rather pissed off looking woman received you, barking at any unsuspecting passer-by that your credentials should be in plain sight. Then you were escorted to a doctor, who practically thrust her head two inches away from your face, and asked if you had any cough, or runny nose, or some sort of flu-like symptom, all the while staring straight into your eyes, like she comes with an integrated lie detector that will sound off an alarm if you don't tell her the truth. Scary shit.
When I was finally released from the CIA-like interrogation, and allowed to press my finger print into the machine that records all arrivals and exits from slaves...I mean Social Services kids (and mind you, because of all that parade I was twenty minutes late), I came across the LARGEST elevator line I had ever seen. Seriously, there were like fourty people waiting to access the elevators, maybe more, and I was like WTF? Turns out, no more than six people can enter an elevator at a time. Don't ask me why, maybe the mutation of the virus is kinda cranky and starts infecting people left and right when there are more than six in one same elevator. Anyway, as I waited for another twenty minutes to get a frickin elevator, I was given a hand out with a description of what the hell was going on (in case you lived in a cave and missed the news), the common symptoms of the disease, and the measures that would be enforced from today till Tuesday to avoid infection.
Once I finally arrived at my floor, I was greeted with an almost desertic panoramic. Out of the tons of people that work around me, only a couple showed up. Well, maybe some did show up but were sent home by Dr. Grouchy Face. Those few brave soldiers that did make it to work all had panicked looks on their faces, like the virus was stalking every corner, just waiting for them to get distracted and pounce. It was sort of funny, whenever someone walked by you they tried to walk as far away as possible, and lord save us from shaking hands or kissing on the cheek. But the best part of it all was a telephone conversation I overheard, some guy called his girlfriend and talked to her on speaker for some time. Of course the influenza subject came up almost immediately, and it just cracked me up:
Guy- You know, you should stay away from tacos
Girlfriend- Why?
Guy- If they are made out of pork, I mean
Girlfriend- But why?
Guy- Haven't you heard of the virus?
Girlfriend- Yeah, but isn't it like the flu or something?
Guy- Yeah, but they say the virus spread to humans from pigs, so...
[REST OF THE CONVERSATION INUADIBLE SINCE I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING]
Dude, that just made my day. I mean, are you kidding me? IT'S NOT THE AVIARY FLU, OR THE MAD COW DISEASE. Eating pork meat will not infect you, trust me my friend. More and more people just seem to confirm my drunk-brain-cells theory every day, but more than irritate me, it just makes me laugh. It's people like that guy that make instant-coffee producing companies print the intructions for making coffee on the package.
Dude. Seriously.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
singing in the rain
I believe it was Nietzsche (or Bergson? Gah, I don't really remember, but I'm sure I saw it in Ideas III and it definitely wasn't Wittgenstein, Heidegger, Freud or Marx. That just leaves Comte, Mill, Nietzsche and Bergson. Help me out here!) who said that life cannot be one endless continuum of extasy, of continuous excitement that prevents us from resting, just as it cannot be one permanent period of unalteration, endless tranquility that makes our soul enter a sort of letargic state. Life is a combination of both extremes, leading us into a sort of roller coaster ride where some days are ups and some are downs, but in the end both are necessary to lead a sane life. Currently, my life is sliding up to reach one of the highest turns I've yet experienced, after having suffered a rather harsh fall that prolongued for a couple of months. It seems like everything came together in a perfect way, at the perfect time. If this is the All-Mighty One's attempt at making up for the fact that he made my life incredibly miserable only a few months ago, or simply another cruel joke of fate where they get me all worked up over the good things in my life and suddenly -bam!, they are gone and I'm back to that everlasting, miserable, dark pit of depression, I don't know, and I don't care.
I feel like I'm on top of the world again, and it feels damn good to be back. School's almost over (THANK YOU ALL MIGHTY ONE) and I might not do soo badly like last semester. Teh boyfriend and I are doing awesome, and most of my friends are doing well too, and that makes me happy. I know my posts are perkier and a lot more fun/creative/interesting/poetic when I'm sad or pissed off, but I'll try my hardest to provide you with the same entertainment now. I'll leave you now with an image that made my day:
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
sólo dejate amar...
Te he buscando tanto
Y hoy que te he encontrado sé
Que no hay nadie más.
Nunca he sido un santo
Debo confesarlo ya
Con honestidad.
Fueron tantas horas
Tan solo y triste
Hasta que te vi.
Tu llenas mi vida
Tu llenas mi alma
Por eso siempre quedate aquí
Sólo dejate amar.
Un oceano entero
No me ha impedido
Llegar hasta donde estás.
Todo lo que hago
Te lo quiero entregar
Y cada día más.
Fueron tantas horas
Tan solo y triste
Hasta que te vi.
Tu llenas mi vida
Tu llenas mi alma
Por eso siempre quedate aquí.
Amame y dejate amar
Puedes en mi confiar
Dime que estas sintiendome
Y puedes al fin verte en mi
Verme en ti.
Siempre quedate aquí
Tu llenas mi vida
Tu llenas mi alma
Por eso siempre dejate amar
Porque no puedo si te vas respirar
Dime que estas sintiendome
Dejate amar
Que no ves que este amor es mi luz.
Te he buscando tanto
Y hoy que te he encontrado sé
Que no hay nadie más.
Y hoy que te he encontrado sé
Que no hay nadie más.
Nunca he sido un santo
Debo confesarlo ya
Con honestidad.
Fueron tantas horas
Tan solo y triste
Hasta que te vi.
Tu llenas mi vida
Tu llenas mi alma
Por eso siempre quedate aquí
Sólo dejate amar.
Un oceano entero
No me ha impedido
Llegar hasta donde estás.
Todo lo que hago
Te lo quiero entregar
Y cada día más.
Fueron tantas horas
Tan solo y triste
Hasta que te vi.
Tu llenas mi vida
Tu llenas mi alma
Por eso siempre quedate aquí.
Amame y dejate amar
Puedes en mi confiar
Dime que estas sintiendome
Y puedes al fin verte en mi
Verme en ti.
Siempre quedate aquí
Tu llenas mi vida
Tu llenas mi alma
Por eso siempre dejate amar
Porque no puedo si te vas respirar
Dime que estas sintiendome
Dejate amar
Que no ves que este amor es mi luz.
Te he buscando tanto
Y hoy que te he encontrado sé
Que no hay nadie más.
Monday, April 20, 2009
funny how things change
Last Thursday, a couple of my friends came up with the brilliant idea of going to Chili's and taking advantage of their 'Thursday's are martini nights' to get crazy-ass drunk, since all drinks cost $35 until 11 pm. Quite honestly, I felt like the last time I had gone out (which technically had been two weeks earlier) had been light years away, and I was really looking forward to heading out and having fun. You all know me, and thus know I'm not the sort of gal to get plastered whenever she has the chance. Actually, I don't think I've ever gotten plastered per se, I've only yet managed to reach that 'I'm really happy and I'm having a blast without having to depend on anyone else to get home or do something stupid and/or humilliating' level that I'm comfortable at. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it's loosing control of myself, and so I find it hard to keep on drinking once I reach that point, because I'm afraid I'll loose it and God knows where I'll wind up. Not to mention the hilarious stories people will have to fill me in on about all the ridiculous things I said and did that I won't remember. Therefore, I knew in advance I was going to wind up moderately drunk, but I was sure many of the friends that would be going would wind up plastered, and I must admit, it is one guilty pleasure of mine to laugh about all the ridiculous things people do and say when they are out of their minds drunk.
Anyway, since both Super Boy and I had class until ten, by the time we arrived many people were already quite merry. We were a small group, but we managed to create an excellent ambiance. Drunk n' Rowdy, of course, was there, much to his misfortune the only one without a date. The Philosopher was there was well, with his girlfriend (Super Boy's ex girlfriend, I might add) la Gioconda, who had come up with the idea in the first place, and a good friend I hadn't seen in a while now whom I'll refer to as Miss Sassy, along with her boyfriend. She came to live with us only a few weeks after I did, but she wasn't a student. Godzilla hired her to manage the place, and we became really close in the few months she lived there. She was the one that talked me into giving Super Boy a chance in the first place, and we started talking zumba lessons together. But like all the people that have worked there, she started having issues with Godzilla, and finally, she left in mid-October. Since then, I only saw her a couple more times, and even though we both promised to keep in touch, life got in the way and I wound up not knowing anything until that day. Turns out, she had kept in touch with la Gioconda, and she was working at the Ministry, only a few floors down from where I was. Small world, huh?
To be completely honest, I was looking forward to seeing everyone but la Gioconda. You all lovely readers of this blog know the history, and you all know what I think of her. I admire the fact that she had the courage to apologize and take responsability for what she did, but many parts of her personality still irritated me beyond belief and so I knew there was no way we could ever be anything more than acquaintances, the sort that only happen to meet because their respective boyfriends are best friends. She's fine in small doses, but after spending several hours with her, I end up cursing the skies and paying attention to anything other than what is coming out of her mouth. I'm sure her intentions are good, but she's just too in your face for my tastes. Or well, at least that's what I thought of her until last Thursday. I know many of you will frown and say 'oh cristina don't be a silly goose,' but I kinda think she's all right now. More than all right....verging on pretty cool. Nothing specifically happened or was said to make me change my mind, it was just the course of the whole evening that had me realize she's not such a terrible person and I shouldn't give her such a hard time. I have a history of judging people by first impression, and more often than not my first impressions aren't correct.
I had an awesome time, and since we were only three girls, Miss Sassy, la Gioconda and I talked a lot, so I can safely say part of it was due to them. We have more in common than I would have imagined, and by the time la Gioconda, in her drunken state, proclaimed she had decided I was a good friend of hers, I realized I kinda thought the same thing. She even extended an invitation to spend the upcoming long weekend at her father's ranch, which rumor has it is awesome (he has horses! as in live, breathing, cute horses!) and the weekend of June 7th as well, to celebrate her birthday. Before that night, I would probably have faked a smile and thanked her politely, like my mother taught me, but on the inside I would be laughing and eye rolling, thinking 'for real woman? do you honestly think I want to spend more time than absolutely necessary with you?' But now I thought 'sounds fun, I'll run it with my parents as soon as I can.'
I'll keep you updated on upcoming events between her and I, but I have a feeling this could turn out to be a good thing. I know I have a problem with people not liking me, and I know I have an obsessive compulsion to go out of my way to get everyone to like me that borders on the insane, so I'm sure many of you are thinking this is just a manifestation of that particular obsession, and that she has some sort of machiavelian plan to ruin my life (again), especially now that Super Boy and I are officially back together, but I just ask for one chance. I'll be extremely cautious, I promise, and I won't let myself be swept away by her charm. But if there's even the slightest chance of a good friendship here, I must pursue it and see where it takes me. If things don't turn out well, I can simply shrug and walk away, satisfied that I didn't let my picky self get in the way of what could have been a good friendship. Besides, liking her will definitely make my life easier, since I see her or hear from her A LOT, and my insides will thank me when they don't have to wrench anymore at the sight of her. We'll just see how that works out ok?
Anyway, since both Super Boy and I had class until ten, by the time we arrived many people were already quite merry. We were a small group, but we managed to create an excellent ambiance. Drunk n' Rowdy, of course, was there, much to his misfortune the only one without a date. The Philosopher was there was well, with his girlfriend (Super Boy's ex girlfriend, I might add) la Gioconda, who had come up with the idea in the first place, and a good friend I hadn't seen in a while now whom I'll refer to as Miss Sassy, along with her boyfriend. She came to live with us only a few weeks after I did, but she wasn't a student. Godzilla hired her to manage the place, and we became really close in the few months she lived there. She was the one that talked me into giving Super Boy a chance in the first place, and we started talking zumba lessons together. But like all the people that have worked there, she started having issues with Godzilla, and finally, she left in mid-October. Since then, I only saw her a couple more times, and even though we both promised to keep in touch, life got in the way and I wound up not knowing anything until that day. Turns out, she had kept in touch with la Gioconda, and she was working at the Ministry, only a few floors down from where I was. Small world, huh?
To be completely honest, I was looking forward to seeing everyone but la Gioconda. You all lovely readers of this blog know the history, and you all know what I think of her. I admire the fact that she had the courage to apologize and take responsability for what she did, but many parts of her personality still irritated me beyond belief and so I knew there was no way we could ever be anything more than acquaintances, the sort that only happen to meet because their respective boyfriends are best friends. She's fine in small doses, but after spending several hours with her, I end up cursing the skies and paying attention to anything other than what is coming out of her mouth. I'm sure her intentions are good, but she's just too in your face for my tastes. Or well, at least that's what I thought of her until last Thursday. I know many of you will frown and say 'oh cristina don't be a silly goose,' but I kinda think she's all right now. More than all right....verging on pretty cool. Nothing specifically happened or was said to make me change my mind, it was just the course of the whole evening that had me realize she's not such a terrible person and I shouldn't give her such a hard time. I have a history of judging people by first impression, and more often than not my first impressions aren't correct.
I had an awesome time, and since we were only three girls, Miss Sassy, la Gioconda and I talked a lot, so I can safely say part of it was due to them. We have more in common than I would have imagined, and by the time la Gioconda, in her drunken state, proclaimed she had decided I was a good friend of hers, I realized I kinda thought the same thing. She even extended an invitation to spend the upcoming long weekend at her father's ranch, which rumor has it is awesome (he has horses! as in live, breathing, cute horses!) and the weekend of June 7th as well, to celebrate her birthday. Before that night, I would probably have faked a smile and thanked her politely, like my mother taught me, but on the inside I would be laughing and eye rolling, thinking 'for real woman? do you honestly think I want to spend more time than absolutely necessary with you?' But now I thought 'sounds fun, I'll run it with my parents as soon as I can.'
I'll keep you updated on upcoming events between her and I, but I have a feeling this could turn out to be a good thing. I know I have a problem with people not liking me, and I know I have an obsessive compulsion to go out of my way to get everyone to like me that borders on the insane, so I'm sure many of you are thinking this is just a manifestation of that particular obsession, and that she has some sort of machiavelian plan to ruin my life (again), especially now that Super Boy and I are officially back together, but I just ask for one chance. I'll be extremely cautious, I promise, and I won't let myself be swept away by her charm. But if there's even the slightest chance of a good friendship here, I must pursue it and see where it takes me. If things don't turn out well, I can simply shrug and walk away, satisfied that I didn't let my picky self get in the way of what could have been a good friendship. Besides, liking her will definitely make my life easier, since I see her or hear from her A LOT, and my insides will thank me when they don't have to wrench anymore at the sight of her. We'll just see how that works out ok?
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
from the plain stupid to the downright moronic
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1169266/Pictured-Shocking-moment-polar-bear-attacks-woman-climbed-zoo-enclosure.html?ITO=1490 
Hitler must be crying right now. He worked so hard to make the world believe the Germans were the superior race, the destined rulers of the world, and the German people go and ruin it all. Between the old guy in Austria that held his daughter hostage for almost 24 years and procreated several children with her (yeah, I know he's not German, but they are the same race so he counts) and the woman pictured up there, I think it's only sane to consider them Arians as very crazy-ass people. Who in God's name jumps in the polar bear enclosure at a zoo, DURING THEIR FEEDING TIME??!! No wait, scratch that, who jumps into a polar bear enclosure AT ALL?? Are you kidding? Of course they were going to bite her! Let's thank the heavens they didn't rip out her head, because face it, that was a very probable event. Imagine what the bear felt, going happily about with his business, eating his meat, when all of a sudden this insane biotch comes out of the blue, jumps into his pool and starts swimming towards him. The only thing that crossed his mind was probably 'more meat, and it's fresh! yummy.' See to what extent plastered brain cells can take you? It is a very serious condition. Although, when you think about it, maybe stupidity is destiny's way of slowly but surely getting rid of all the idiots that have the misfortune of populating this planet, and thus achieving the birth of the super man Nietzsche talked about...
Hitler must be crying right now. He worked so hard to make the world believe the Germans were the superior race, the destined rulers of the world, and the German people go and ruin it all. Between the old guy in Austria that held his daughter hostage for almost 24 years and procreated several children with her (yeah, I know he's not German, but they are the same race so he counts) and the woman pictured up there, I think it's only sane to consider them Arians as very crazy-ass people. Who in God's name jumps in the polar bear enclosure at a zoo, DURING THEIR FEEDING TIME??!! No wait, scratch that, who jumps into a polar bear enclosure AT ALL?? Are you kidding? Of course they were going to bite her! Let's thank the heavens they didn't rip out her head, because face it, that was a very probable event. Imagine what the bear felt, going happily about with his business, eating his meat, when all of a sudden this insane biotch comes out of the blue, jumps into his pool and starts swimming towards him. The only thing that crossed his mind was probably 'more meat, and it's fresh! yummy.' See to what extent plastered brain cells can take you? It is a very serious condition. Although, when you think about it, maybe stupidity is destiny's way of slowly but surely getting rid of all the idiots that have the misfortune of populating this planet, and thus achieving the birth of the super man Nietzsche talked about...
Monday, April 13, 2009
i'm lost in your eyes
Vacations are finally over. Bummer. I could really use another week or two to unwind and relax. Don't get mew wrong, this past week was quite relaxing, but it started off with such a bang that it took me all week long to take it all in. But let me rewind. Super Boy's BFF, Arsty, turned 21 this past Tuesday, and she decided she wanted to celebrate in Oaxtepec, since her boyfriend/boy toy/lover/whatever had a house there, with a pool and everything. So she invited several of her friends, including Super Boy, the Joker and myself to spend Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday there. I was really looking forward to the weekend, especially since I was certain Super Boy and I would have the long due talk about us there. But of course, my adorable school had to butt in and ruin it for me. Turns out I had an exam on Saturday morning, at 7 am sharp. Whopee-freaking-doo. Super Boy then told me that the Joker was also leaving until Staurday, since he had classes until late Friday night. Since he was taking his car, Super Boy arranged it so he picked me up and we left the city together. You can only imagine just how much I was looking forward to that trip. One hour and a half of the Joker's obnoxious self, with no one else around but me to listen to his lame ass jokes. I was certain it would be awful, but I was willing to put up with it as long as I could spend the rest of the day in the pool, with Super Boy. I kept telling myself 'it's worth it Cristina, it's worth it,' but turns out I didn't have to brain wash myself so.I have no idea what got into him that day, but it was a pretty nice trip. We talked about him and his girlfriend, Fanny Mae, and their issues, and we talked about Super Boy and I, and our issues. It was actually...kinda nice. Like entering a bizarre twilight zone where it is discovered the Joker is actually a human being. There were no real problems other than slight traffic, at least until we reached the small town of Oaxtepec. For those of you that don't have the pleasure of knowing it, there is this large, kinda famous water park there, you know, with the slides and the pools and everything. But it's kinda....'pueblerino' for lack of a better word. So of course you can only imagine the type of people that go there. But we didn't have much trouble with the people, at least until some moron decided he didn't have anything better to do but crash his car against us. For real. Everything was going perfect, until we realized we had passed the exit we were supposed to take, and when we were turning, some asshole was reversing his car (a tiny Golf, mind you) like he owned a frickin trailer, and even though the Joker honked like a mad person, the idiot still managed to bump against our driver's door.
By that moment, I had passed the 12-hour-with-no-food-ingestion barrier, and the heat was unbearable, so you can imagine the Grinch in me was awakening. But still, I tried to remain cool as the two men settled the dispute and called their insurances. Thankfully, the Joker's good mood still hadn't dissipated, and he called Arsty to arrange someone to come pick me up. I was forever grateful, since I was minutes away from passing out. Sure enough, several minutes later Super Boy and some friends came along, and I drove away to the house while he stayed with the Joker until they settled the matter. I have never been more glad to see shade, a Coke and a chair in my life. As I regained strength, Arsty filled me in on the panic that had struck all the people at the house when they received word that we had crashed. She was especially emphatic (of course) on the fact that Super Boy almost went insane with the worry, a thousand and one different scenarios playing in his mind about what had or could happen to me. That made my day.
Later that evening, we were all sitting around the dinner table, talking and laughing, and since the Joker had brought along his stereo and all the equipment, we had loud music too. Someone put in one of Artsy's CD's, and Fall for you by Secondhand Serenade started playing. If you haven't heard it yet, I strongly recommend it. It's a beautiful song, one that Super Boy and I first heard back when we were still apart but acting like we were dating. So of course he asked me to dance, and we slow danced our way through that song as well as other equally romantic ones like Love Story by Taylor Swift. Then, one song started playing, called Fui by Reik. That song was among the many I played over and over two or three weeks after Super Boy broke up with me. I told him so as we danced, and he simply smiled and said 'well then let's make a good memory now' and kissed me. That just killed me. Then Everything by Lifehouse started playing, and it's one of our songs, and right then I realized I had completely forgotten about the rest of the people in the house, about everything other than him and me, dancing close together, staring into one another's eyes. Yes, it's all very cheesy, but please bear with me, I'm on cloud nine.
Anyway, after the romantic songs were over, we sat down again and after a while I went to bed, because I was exhausted. I hadn't really slept well all week, and my body begged me for it. The next day, after playing Jeopardy and Charades for a while, Artsy and her boyfriend went to sleep early, leaving only the Joker, Super Boy and me, since her friends had left that morning. The Joker left us for a moment to talk on the phone with Fanny Mae since they were having several issues, and Super Boy asked me to come out to the porch with him. After a while of sitting there, staring up at the sky and talking about random nonsense, he turned to me and said 'ok, so remember what we talked about last week? Whatever you decided, whether you think I'm good for you or not, is only for you to know. You don't have to share it. Now it is my turn to ask though, as cheesy and corny as it will sound.....will you be my girlfriend?' Holy mother mary. I was shocked. Beyond shocked, I was astounded. Never in my life would I have imagined him asking me that. To me, we were technically back together, and since he had always made his feelings about that sort of formalisms clear, I never thought he would ask me. I managed to overcome my astoundment for a moment, of course, to mutter a 'yes' with all the strength I could muster. Then he went on to say how the moment wasn't the movie-perfect moment I probably had imagined, etc., but I cut him off by saying it had been perfect. Of course, every girl dreams about that moment, and thinks about all the possible ways it could happen, but in the end, no matter how it happens, it will always be perfect.
A few minutes later, I asked him what had made him change his mind, since he had seemed so intent on never getting back together. I cannot paraphrase his entire speech, but it went something along the lines of: 'I realized I never stopped feeling for you, I am trying to become a better person, and when I sat down to think about how I could become a better man, amidst the answers was you, you make me be a better man, and I like the sort of person I become when I'm with you.' After that, how can you not melt? What could a guy possibly tell you to top 'you make me a better person'? That was the cherry on top of the cake, and since then I'm floating on cloud nine. Forgive me if I'm not particularly eloquent today, but yesterday I couldn't get a wink of sleep due to the heat, and I'm really tired. I just needed to share the recent events with you all.
Friday, April 3, 2009
fall must haves
Billowing, pleated goddess gownMarchesa Fall 2009
Blinged out cocktail dressMarchesa Fall 2009
Pleated detail clutchViktor & Rolf Fall 2009
Ruffle edged jacketFendi Fall 2009
Waist high pencil skirtYves Saint Laurent Fall 2009
Floral design dressBehnaz Sarafpour Fall 2009
Form fitting LBDLanvin Fall 2009
Mid-length, straight black coatGivenchy Fall 2009
Bubble LBDGiambattista Valli Fall 2009
Plaid, mid-length coatD&G Fall 2009
Waist hugging jackets that flare out at the hipsChristian Dior Fall 2009
Knee length coatBottega Veneta Fall 2009
when fiction overlaps reality
I'm on a roll! Like, a quotes roll or something. This time I'm sharing some quotes from movies and tv series that describe my relationship with Super Boy, or simply remind me of him. Bear with me, I've slept very little in the past three days and tomorrow I have my economics exam. I need to unwind a bit.
The Notebook
Noah: Would you just stay with me?
Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'
Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Allie: So what?
Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.
Noah: My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah
Allie: Do you think our love can make miracles?
Duke: I do.
Duke: They didn't agree on much. In fact they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time and they challenged each other everyday...But in spite their differences, they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other.
Grey's Anatomy
Meredith Grey: Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.
Meredith Grey: You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.
Alex Karev: For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything.
Meredith: I'm still mad at you. And I don't know if I trust you. I wanna trust you but I don't know if I do so I'm just gonna try, I'm gonna try and trustyou. Because I believe that we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart, and I wanna be--
The OC
As Ryan Adam's cover of Wonderwall plays
Summer: C'mon Cohen, you are so cheesy.
Seth: I'm sweeping you off your feet.
Summer: The sad part is, you kinda are.
Summer: Do you have the stud finder?
Seth:Oh Summer. I think you are the stud finder.
Summer: You see this hammer in my hand?
Seth:Yeah, we'll find the stud finder. What does it look like?
Summer: Don't you know what a level is?
Seth:Yeah, it's something that you advance to in a video game.
Summer: That's funny. The tool doesn't know about tools.
Seth about Summer's dad: I'm sorry I'm not his type. But you know what? That doesn't matter. None of it really matters. Except what I mean to you.
Summer: I'm sorry. runs off
Summer: The more time I spend with Zach, the less time I think about goddamn what's-his-face, built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch on a sailboat, leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend, who cried and cried over him until the Fourth of July when she realised she doesn't cry over bitches on boats.
Marissa: Seth, His name its Seth.
Summer: What do you want from me, Cohen?
Seth: I just want you.
Summer: No you don't. You had me. You had me at Chrismukkah in a freakin' Wonderwoman costume and you chose Anna. You had me three months ago and you left.
Seth: I want to make that up to you.
Summer: It has nothing to do with me. It's about you. And it is always about you: what you need and what you want. You know, it seems you only want me when you can't have me. You like the chase, and that's all. And you know what? You can have it.
Seth: I'm sorry I've been such an ass, okay. It's just, you're superior to me in so many ways. You're better looking, you're more popular, you're stronger... and not just emotionally.
Summer: Cohen, I'll always look up to you. And not just because you're taller than me.
Ryan: "Who has been the greatest influence in your intellectual development?"
Summer: Um, Miuccia Prada.
Seth: You probably wanna say something more like Einstein or—
Summer: So you want me to lie?
Seth: No, it's just, uh, I don't think Prada is the answer they're looking for.
Summer: Well this interview could determine the rest of our lives, right? Well, if I say something I don't believe in I could end up with the wrong life. How awful would that be?
Ryan: She has a point.
Summer: I have to go get a mani-pedi.
Seth: Summer.
Summer: Cohen. If you memorize the answers you think they want to hear, that's fine. But I believe in being myself. And by the way, Miuccia Prada combines styles from time periods in a way that people never even imagined possible.
Summer: I can't believe Ryan and Sadie are moving to Berkeley together. I think that's so romantic.
Seth: I don't know what Ryan's thinking.
Summer: What are you talking about?
Seth: Well he's 18. I just think college should come first.
Summer: Not if you're with the one you think you should be with. That you'll forever be with.
Seth: Who really knows that at 18?
Summer: I do. long silence Oh my god. You don't.
Summer: No way. No scheming, no plan Bs, no wacky hijinks? Cohen broke up with me. Only he has the power to unbreak us up. There's no way I'm gonna go groveling back to him like some pathetic brokenhearted little bitch.
Taylor: Do you still love him?
Summer: Yeah. There's something wrong with me, huh?
Taylor: Did he say that he doesn't love you?
Summer: Now that you mention it, no. He did not.
Taylor: You see, he's acting out of fear. He's trapped in an anxiety spiral. And in the rock, paper, scissors of romance, love trumps fear. Actually love trumps everything.
Summer: Just remember, this isn't goodbye. You're my destiny, Cohen.
Seth: Go save the world, Summer Roberts.
The Notebook
Noah: Would you just stay with me?
Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'
Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Allie: So what?
Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.
Noah: My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah
Allie: Do you think our love can make miracles?
Duke: I do.
Duke: They didn't agree on much. In fact they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time and they challenged each other everyday...But in spite their differences, they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other.
Grey's Anatomy
Meredith Grey: Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.
Meredith Grey: You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.
Alex Karev: For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything.
Meredith: I'm still mad at you. And I don't know if I trust you. I wanna trust you but I don't know if I do so I'm just gonna try, I'm gonna try and trustyou. Because I believe that we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart, and I wanna be--
The OC
As Ryan Adam's cover of Wonderwall plays
Summer: C'mon Cohen, you are so cheesy.
Seth: I'm sweeping you off your feet.
Summer: The sad part is, you kinda are.
Summer: Do you have the stud finder?
Seth:Oh Summer. I think you are the stud finder.
Summer: You see this hammer in my hand?
Seth:Yeah, we'll find the stud finder. What does it look like?
Summer: Don't you know what a level is?
Seth:Yeah, it's something that you advance to in a video game.
Summer: That's funny. The tool doesn't know about tools.
Seth about Summer's dad: I'm sorry I'm not his type. But you know what? That doesn't matter. None of it really matters. Except what I mean to you.
Summer: I'm sorry. runs off
Summer: The more time I spend with Zach, the less time I think about goddamn what's-his-face, built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch on a sailboat, leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend, who cried and cried over him until the Fourth of July when she realised she doesn't cry over bitches on boats.
Marissa: Seth, His name its Seth.
Summer: What do you want from me, Cohen?
Seth: I just want you.
Summer: No you don't. You had me. You had me at Chrismukkah in a freakin' Wonderwoman costume and you chose Anna. You had me three months ago and you left.
Seth: I want to make that up to you.
Summer: It has nothing to do with me. It's about you. And it is always about you: what you need and what you want. You know, it seems you only want me when you can't have me. You like the chase, and that's all. And you know what? You can have it.
Seth: I'm sorry I've been such an ass, okay. It's just, you're superior to me in so many ways. You're better looking, you're more popular, you're stronger... and not just emotionally.
Summer: Cohen, I'll always look up to you. And not just because you're taller than me.
Ryan: "Who has been the greatest influence in your intellectual development?"
Summer: Um, Miuccia Prada.
Seth: You probably wanna say something more like Einstein or—
Summer: So you want me to lie?
Seth: No, it's just, uh, I don't think Prada is the answer they're looking for.
Summer: Well this interview could determine the rest of our lives, right? Well, if I say something I don't believe in I could end up with the wrong life. How awful would that be?
Ryan: She has a point.
Summer: I have to go get a mani-pedi.
Seth: Summer.
Summer: Cohen. If you memorize the answers you think they want to hear, that's fine. But I believe in being myself. And by the way, Miuccia Prada combines styles from time periods in a way that people never even imagined possible.
Summer: I can't believe Ryan and Sadie are moving to Berkeley together. I think that's so romantic.
Seth: I don't know what Ryan's thinking.
Summer: What are you talking about?
Seth: Well he's 18. I just think college should come first.
Summer: Not if you're with the one you think you should be with. That you'll forever be with.
Seth: Who really knows that at 18?
Summer: I do. long silence Oh my god. You don't.
Summer: No way. No scheming, no plan Bs, no wacky hijinks? Cohen broke up with me. Only he has the power to unbreak us up. There's no way I'm gonna go groveling back to him like some pathetic brokenhearted little bitch.
Taylor: Do you still love him?
Summer: Yeah. There's something wrong with me, huh?
Taylor: Did he say that he doesn't love you?
Summer: Now that you mention it, no. He did not.
Taylor: You see, he's acting out of fear. He's trapped in an anxiety spiral. And in the rock, paper, scissors of romance, love trumps fear. Actually love trumps everything.
Summer: Just remember, this isn't goodbye. You're my destiny, Cohen.
Seth: Go save the world, Summer Roberts.
say what?
Some inspiring and cute quotes I found surfing the web:
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin
"(...) la memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifíca los buenos y gracias a ese artificio logramos sobrellevar el pasado."
- El Amor en los Tiempos del Cólera
"¿Cuánto tiempo esperarías al amor de tú vida? (...) toda la vida".
- El Amor en los Tiempos del Cólera
"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell."
- Love in the Times of Cholera
"It's so easy, to think about Love, to Talk about Love, to wish for love, but it's not always easy, to recognize love, Even when we hold it...in our hands."
- Jaka
"You and you alone make me feel that I am alive...Other men, it is said, have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough."
- George Moore
"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart."
- Robert Sexton
"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love."
- Erich Fromm
"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly."
- Sam Keen
"Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves."
- Blaise Pascal
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
- Carl Jung
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."
- Lao Tzu
"The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss."
- Unknown
"So dear I love him that with him,
All deaths I could endure.
Without him, live no life."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
"Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself."
- Jean Anouilh
“El amor es comprensivo, el amor es servicial y no tiene envidia; el amor no presume ni se engríe; no es mal educado ni egoísta; no se irrita, no lleva cuentas del mal; no se alegra de la injusticia, sino que goza con la verdad. Disculpa sin límites, cree sin límites, espera sin límites, aguanta sin límites. El amor no pasa nunca”.
- San Pablo
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin
"(...) la memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifíca los buenos y gracias a ese artificio logramos sobrellevar el pasado."
- El Amor en los Tiempos del Cólera
"¿Cuánto tiempo esperarías al amor de tú vida? (...) toda la vida".
- El Amor en los Tiempos del Cólera
"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell."
- Love in the Times of Cholera
"It's so easy, to think about Love, to Talk about Love, to wish for love, but it's not always easy, to recognize love, Even when we hold it...in our hands."
- Jaka
"You and you alone make me feel that I am alive...Other men, it is said, have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough."
- George Moore
"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart."
- Robert Sexton
"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love."
- Erich Fromm
"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly."
- Sam Keen
"Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves."
- Blaise Pascal
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
- Carl Jung
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."
- Lao Tzu
"The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss."
- Unknown
"So dear I love him that with him,
All deaths I could endure.
Without him, live no life."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
"Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself."
- Jean Anouilh
“El amor es comprensivo, el amor es servicial y no tiene envidia; el amor no presume ni se engríe; no es mal educado ni egoísta; no se irrita, no lleva cuentas del mal; no se alegra de la injusticia, sino que goza con la verdad. Disculpa sin límites, cree sin límites, espera sin límites, aguanta sin límites. El amor no pasa nunca”.
- San Pablo
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato
Thursday, April 2, 2009
reflections of stupidity 2
http://www.samhsa.gov/economy/
Really? I mean, really? A whole guide to teach people to survive hardships? Like, Surviving Economic Recession for Dummies Volume I. When I found this, I had to summon all my self control in order to stop myself from rolling around the floor with laughter. You've got to be kidding. Of all the stupid, useless things a government can do, they really went all out with this one. Honestly, if I were an American, I would be greatly offended. Because this guide is obviously assuming Americans are so dumb they will find themselves in an rough situation, panic and jump out the window or something. I still can't believe it! I mean, 'Trying to keep things in perspective - recognize the good aspects of life and retain hope for the future' -that's just a sick way of mocking people. I totally understand there are people whose brain cells are blind drunk most of the time on mojitos and thus can't really coordinate to create brain activity, but generalizing that concept to a whole society is a bit exaggerated, even for our neighbors. What will be next? The Complete Guide on how to Expertly Survive this Shitty Thing called Life?
Now excuse me while I leave to the privacy of my own room where I can roll around the floor gleefully. This totally made my day.
Really? I mean, really? A whole guide to teach people to survive hardships? Like, Surviving Economic Recession for Dummies Volume I. When I found this, I had to summon all my self control in order to stop myself from rolling around the floor with laughter. You've got to be kidding. Of all the stupid, useless things a government can do, they really went all out with this one. Honestly, if I were an American, I would be greatly offended. Because this guide is obviously assuming Americans are so dumb they will find themselves in an rough situation, panic and jump out the window or something. I still can't believe it! I mean, 'Trying to keep things in perspective - recognize the good aspects of life and retain hope for the future' -that's just a sick way of mocking people. I totally understand there are people whose brain cells are blind drunk most of the time on mojitos and thus can't really coordinate to create brain activity, but generalizing that concept to a whole society is a bit exaggerated, even for our neighbors. What will be next? The Complete Guide on how to Expertly Survive this Shitty Thing called Life?
Now excuse me while I leave to the privacy of my own room where I can roll around the floor gleefully. This totally made my day.
you found me
Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
- You Found Me, The Fray
Let's get inside Super Boy's mysterious persona with this entry, shall we? Hopefully, once you get to know the brighter side of him, you won't dislike him so much. 
o1. He's one of the brightest people I know. He can talk about anything, from philosphy to history, from art to science, anything you can think of. I love the fact that it doesn't matter where I take him or with who, he will always find some subject to talk about and thus ease the discomfort. If there is one thing I love about a man, is having something to admire and look up to. I don't want to sound conceited, but there aren't a lot of people that can challenge me in a discussion, and Super Boy hits the nail every single time. His arguments always have my brain on overdrive and I love that.
o2. He's incredibly chivalrious. Whoever said chivalry is dead obviously never met Super Boy. His mother educated him in a rather old fashioned way in that sense, and so he will always open the door for you, let you pass first, walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, hugs you close whenever suspicious men walk by, leads you when the crowd is thick, and all those nice little details that drive me nuts. Seriously, I'm so easy. Just pack a man with excellent manners and a chivalrious attitude, and I'm all over him.
o3. He's incredibly confident and his self esteem is soaring. Men that are afraid of rejection and thus never take the first step irritate me. I love the fact that Super Boy handles himself with confidence in any situation, and is always straightforward and charismatic.
o4. He is always telling me just how much he likes everything about me. On days I feel like the ugliest, most stupid female alive, he can make me feel like a princess in a second. It doesn't matter if my skin isn't clear, or that I don't have a model body, or that my hair sometimes refuses to cooperate. To him I look great always, and that is one big ego boost every girl needs.
o5. He's very affectionate, and even if we are sitting amidst a large group, he always finds a way to make contact, whether he reaches out for my hand, or rests his arm against my leg, or leans his head to touch my forehead, or kisses my shoulder. Sometimes, when I'm washing dishes, he comes over and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my shoulder, and talks to me about his day. When we're walking back from school, he wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, sometimes resting his head against mine. When we're sitting at opposite sides of the room, or when for some reason we're not standing together, he always searches for me and winks, like saying 'don't worry, everything's all right, I'm here.'
o6. He can read me like few people can, and knows whenever I'm upset, or sad, or not feeling very well. Then he goes out of his way to make me feel better.
o7. Not only is he environmentally friendly, he also wants to work to improve the lives of the mexican people. I think it's great that he's so involved in what surrounds him, both society and nature. It may not appear so at first glance, but he is always willing to go out of his way to help the people he cares about.
o8. He believes in me. Complete blind faith in me, in what I am, in what I will become. I've shared all my dreams, all my hopes, all my goals, and he's rooted for every single one of them. He doesn't hope I will achieve them, he knows I will. It's refreshing to have someone that not only believes you can achieve anything, but pushes you constantly to do it. Whenever I'm procrastinating about an assigment or leaving responsabilities aside in favor of silly stuff, he's always there to get my butt back on track and remind me what's at stake.
o9. He writes like a dream. His dominion of prose is astounding, not to mention captivating. Everything he has written to me took my breath away, and continues to do so whenever I reread those letters.
o10. He's the perfect balance between a strong, unbreakable macho and a corny love fool. I hate guys that think being romantic or having small details with their girlfriend is a sign of weakness, and the guys that drip corniness all over the place and write verses and sing songs and make big dramatic gestures so the whole world finds out just how much they love their girlfriends. Both opposites irritate me beyond belief, and Super Boy is the perfect balance between them. He knows when he has to be the protective, strong, serious and manly boyfriend, and when he can be sweet and romantic and make my heart melt.
o11. Call me crazy, but I've come to love his build. I used to swear I would never date a guy thinner than me, but then along came Super Boy. I love how skinny he is and the fact that his back is so broad and his hands are so big. Whenever Captain Awesome hugged me, I remember I always disliked just how big he was, and the curves of his body felt strange, compared to the rough edges of Super Boy. I mean, I'm supposed to be the curvy one of the two! I also love his cheekbones, exactly like one male model I love called Eugene Bauder. I've always had a thing for cheekbones, and it's one of the first things I notice about people. Weird, I know.
o12. He's an amazing dancer. One of the things that will always attract me to a guy is if he dances. Very few guys make an attempt to dance normal club music like pop and electronic, let alone salsa and stuff like that. Super Boy has very good rhythm, and we mold very well. He's one of the few guys I can dance perfectly with, with no missed steps or kneee banging involved.
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
- You Found Me, The Fray
Let's get inside Super Boy's mysterious persona with this entry, shall we? Hopefully, once you get to know the brighter side of him, you won't dislike him so much.
o1. He's one of the brightest people I know. He can talk about anything, from philosphy to history, from art to science, anything you can think of. I love the fact that it doesn't matter where I take him or with who, he will always find some subject to talk about and thus ease the discomfort. If there is one thing I love about a man, is having something to admire and look up to. I don't want to sound conceited, but there aren't a lot of people that can challenge me in a discussion, and Super Boy hits the nail every single time. His arguments always have my brain on overdrive and I love that.
o2. He's incredibly chivalrious. Whoever said chivalry is dead obviously never met Super Boy. His mother educated him in a rather old fashioned way in that sense, and so he will always open the door for you, let you pass first, walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, hugs you close whenever suspicious men walk by, leads you when the crowd is thick, and all those nice little details that drive me nuts. Seriously, I'm so easy. Just pack a man with excellent manners and a chivalrious attitude, and I'm all over him.
o3. He's incredibly confident and his self esteem is soaring. Men that are afraid of rejection and thus never take the first step irritate me. I love the fact that Super Boy handles himself with confidence in any situation, and is always straightforward and charismatic.
o4. He is always telling me just how much he likes everything about me. On days I feel like the ugliest, most stupid female alive, he can make me feel like a princess in a second. It doesn't matter if my skin isn't clear, or that I don't have a model body, or that my hair sometimes refuses to cooperate. To him I look great always, and that is one big ego boost every girl needs.
o5. He's very affectionate, and even if we are sitting amidst a large group, he always finds a way to make contact, whether he reaches out for my hand, or rests his arm against my leg, or leans his head to touch my forehead, or kisses my shoulder. Sometimes, when I'm washing dishes, he comes over and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my shoulder, and talks to me about his day. When we're walking back from school, he wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, sometimes resting his head against mine. When we're sitting at opposite sides of the room, or when for some reason we're not standing together, he always searches for me and winks, like saying 'don't worry, everything's all right, I'm here.'
o6. He can read me like few people can, and knows whenever I'm upset, or sad, or not feeling very well. Then he goes out of his way to make me feel better.
o7. Not only is he environmentally friendly, he also wants to work to improve the lives of the mexican people. I think it's great that he's so involved in what surrounds him, both society and nature. It may not appear so at first glance, but he is always willing to go out of his way to help the people he cares about.
o8. He believes in me. Complete blind faith in me, in what I am, in what I will become. I've shared all my dreams, all my hopes, all my goals, and he's rooted for every single one of them. He doesn't hope I will achieve them, he knows I will. It's refreshing to have someone that not only believes you can achieve anything, but pushes you constantly to do it. Whenever I'm procrastinating about an assigment or leaving responsabilities aside in favor of silly stuff, he's always there to get my butt back on track and remind me what's at stake.
o9. He writes like a dream. His dominion of prose is astounding, not to mention captivating. Everything he has written to me took my breath away, and continues to do so whenever I reread those letters.
o10. He's the perfect balance between a strong, unbreakable macho and a corny love fool. I hate guys that think being romantic or having small details with their girlfriend is a sign of weakness, and the guys that drip corniness all over the place and write verses and sing songs and make big dramatic gestures so the whole world finds out just how much they love their girlfriends. Both opposites irritate me beyond belief, and Super Boy is the perfect balance between them. He knows when he has to be the protective, strong, serious and manly boyfriend, and when he can be sweet and romantic and make my heart melt.
o11. Call me crazy, but I've come to love his build. I used to swear I would never date a guy thinner than me, but then along came Super Boy. I love how skinny he is and the fact that his back is so broad and his hands are so big. Whenever Captain Awesome hugged me, I remember I always disliked just how big he was, and the curves of his body felt strange, compared to the rough edges of Super Boy. I mean, I'm supposed to be the curvy one of the two! I also love his cheekbones, exactly like one male model I love called Eugene Bauder. I've always had a thing for cheekbones, and it's one of the first things I notice about people. Weird, I know.
o12. He's an amazing dancer. One of the things that will always attract me to a guy is if he dances. Very few guys make an attempt to dance normal club music like pop and electronic, let alone salsa and stuff like that. Super Boy has very good rhythm, and we mold very well. He's one of the few guys I can dance perfectly with, with no missed steps or kneee banging involved.
o13. I love the way he dresses. He's got a casual, comfy style but always very trendy. He wears dress shirts often, and that drives me wild.
really great things happen in the blink of an eye
And I said
Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone
This love is difficult, but it's real
- Love Story, Taylor Swift
It's funny, I've started to notice a recurring pattern in my life. Most of the really amazing (and really awful) things that have happened lately, have appeared out of the blue, with a bang. I had no time whatsoever to prepare for the event, and while that has made me much stronger and less propense to go crazy over the unexpected, like in the past, I still believe a little warning about what is going to happen would be great. By this point, you all know all the bad stuff that has happened between Super Boy and I, and you probably know more about his flaws and mistakes more than he does. Yet, I have failed to mention all the amazing things he has brought to my life, and as I mentioned in the previous post, I think that's not fair.
Last Tuesday (not this week, the past one) Drunk n' Rowdy and another of Super Boy's close friends whom we'll refer to as the Philosopher came over, and that usually implies music, alcohol and lots of late night fun. Anyway, we were talking and laughing at the dinner table, everyone but me was drinking (no, I'm not kidding, it was a tuesday! I'm not that insane) and we were all having a good time, when Godzilla appeared. Godzilla is the man that owns the place where I live, and if the nickname he has tells you nothing, let me tell you he has quite the temper. He told us he was sick with the flu, and that he wanted to sleep that night. Translation: 'fuck off damn kids, no more music. party's over.' We had all resigned and started cleaning up, when Drunk n' Rowdy offered his place to continue the party. He lives really close by, and no one would bother us about the noise level. So we all headed over to his house, and on the way met up with three of his friends, two of which were really weird but one was a pretty nice guy. As time passed, people started getting drunk, and of course that included Super Boy. Don't ask me exactly how it started, or when, but the thing is by the time I noticed he had his arms around me and he was kissing my cheek, and we somehow ended up making out that night. DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS JUST YET. It was different though, with everything that had happened, I had reached a point where I no longer attached any specific feelings or 'could be' to those things, and so the next day I wasn't feeling particularly ansy or hopeful about what had happened.
Anyhoo, on Friday, Super Boy told me la Gioconda wanted to go out that night, since her mom had had surgery the previous day and she wanted to unwind. The plan was that Super Boy, la Gioconda, the Philosopher, Miss A.A. and I would all go to the Joker's apartment, and then see if we stayed there or went to a club. But as the clock ticked people started canceling, and by the time we left the house, it was only Super Boy and I. Once we reached the Joker's apartment, Fanny Mae, his girlfriend, and Therapy Guy, his BFF, were already there. We decided to go to a nearby club called XIVA, and once we were waiting for everyone to pay and walk inside, Super Boy turns to me and says 'once we are settled at a table, could I talk to you for five minutes?' And I was like 'wtf? I wonder what he wants to say.' Honestly, I couldn't even begin to imagine what he wanted to talk about, and of course my imagination ran wild with all sorts of possible scenarios. So, once we were settled at a table and started dancing, I assumed Super Boy would say something. But all we talked about was random nonsense, and I began to wonder if he had forgotten (since he has the memory of a fish). So I asked him about the subject, and he simply laughed and said he was still thinking about it. That threw me off even more. I mean, what was so serious that he had to think about it so thoroughly?
Later in the night, when I had completely forgotten about the topic and I was dancing like a crazy person, he turned to me with his serious face and I knew it was time. He pulled me aside and said 'I've been thinking and thinking the whole thing over, and I think I've reached a conclusion. What happened last Tuesday at Drunk n' Rowdy's tells me there is still something here. I still have feelings for you, and I think the best would be to give this another shot. Give me another chance. You know me, and you know I can't promise I won't fell suffocated again in four months, but I really think this is worth a shot. Of course, we have to work to improve things because we both know in the past we took wrong decisions and things took a turn for the worst, but this time it can be different. We just have to make an effort, because the whole point is to grow, both of us. I need this, I think this is the best for me, but now I need you to think on what's the best for you. Whether you decide to get back together with me, or to leave things like they are, it's fine with me. Take all the time you need, don't answer right away, don't answer tomorrow. Focus first on all the important things you have to do this week, and then we can talk about it. What do you think?'
I bet you can all imagine exactly how I was feeling. I mean, to say I was shocked would be to state the obvious. He had thrown a cruve ball at me, and I was too stunned to speak. Never ever would I have imagined that speech. I know him well, and I know his decisions are keepers. It's really rare when he changes his mind, and so when he said 'there's no turning back,' I truly believed it was all over, for good. After a few minutes of shocked silence, I finally regained enough control of myself to nod and tell him I would think about it. Of course, the next couple of days were a haze. I have no idea how I could sum up enough brain activity to focus on my history essay. My mind was constantly wandering off, and I kept reliving the whole thing in my mind. I talked to a couple of friends about it, to my mom, and by Sunday the decision was clear. I mean, I think the decision was clear since the moment he spoke, but I still had to give it some thought. There was a huge risk, yes, and I knew the stakes were high. Probability dictates that I will most likely end up hurt again. And still, I cannot say no. Like Amazing Girlfriend told me: 'If you say no, will you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?' She's completely right. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it's uncertainty. I don't think I could live with the doubt of what would have happened if I had given us the chance.
So, that's how I finally concluded I wanted him back. We haven't really spoken about the subject again, since I've been up and down like a crazy person this week, but I think the subject will come up during the weekend, once we're both activity-free. I know many of you are probably reading this and shaking your head at me, going all 'oh cristina, here you go again you silly girl.' All I can say is: don't hate me, I just have to give this one more chance. If I end up hurt, it will be entirely my fault. But what if something great comes out from all of this? I just have to know.
Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone
This love is difficult, but it's real
- Love Story, Taylor Swift
It's funny, I've started to notice a recurring pattern in my life. Most of the really amazing (and really awful) things that have happened lately, have appeared out of the blue, with a bang. I had no time whatsoever to prepare for the event, and while that has made me much stronger and less propense to go crazy over the unexpected, like in the past, I still believe a little warning about what is going to happen would be great. By this point, you all know all the bad stuff that has happened between Super Boy and I, and you probably know more about his flaws and mistakes more than he does. Yet, I have failed to mention all the amazing things he has brought to my life, and as I mentioned in the previous post, I think that's not fair.Last Tuesday (not this week, the past one) Drunk n' Rowdy and another of Super Boy's close friends whom we'll refer to as the Philosopher came over, and that usually implies music, alcohol and lots of late night fun. Anyway, we were talking and laughing at the dinner table, everyone but me was drinking (no, I'm not kidding, it was a tuesday! I'm not that insane) and we were all having a good time, when Godzilla appeared. Godzilla is the man that owns the place where I live, and if the nickname he has tells you nothing, let me tell you he has quite the temper. He told us he was sick with the flu, and that he wanted to sleep that night. Translation: 'fuck off damn kids, no more music. party's over.' We had all resigned and started cleaning up, when Drunk n' Rowdy offered his place to continue the party. He lives really close by, and no one would bother us about the noise level. So we all headed over to his house, and on the way met up with three of his friends, two of which were really weird but one was a pretty nice guy. As time passed, people started getting drunk, and of course that included Super Boy. Don't ask me exactly how it started, or when, but the thing is by the time I noticed he had his arms around me and he was kissing my cheek, and we somehow ended up making out that night. DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS JUST YET. It was different though, with everything that had happened, I had reached a point where I no longer attached any specific feelings or 'could be' to those things, and so the next day I wasn't feeling particularly ansy or hopeful about what had happened.
Anyhoo, on Friday, Super Boy told me la Gioconda wanted to go out that night, since her mom had had surgery the previous day and she wanted to unwind. The plan was that Super Boy, la Gioconda, the Philosopher, Miss A.A. and I would all go to the Joker's apartment, and then see if we stayed there or went to a club. But as the clock ticked people started canceling, and by the time we left the house, it was only Super Boy and I. Once we reached the Joker's apartment, Fanny Mae, his girlfriend, and Therapy Guy, his BFF, were already there. We decided to go to a nearby club called XIVA, and once we were waiting for everyone to pay and walk inside, Super Boy turns to me and says 'once we are settled at a table, could I talk to you for five minutes?' And I was like 'wtf? I wonder what he wants to say.' Honestly, I couldn't even begin to imagine what he wanted to talk about, and of course my imagination ran wild with all sorts of possible scenarios. So, once we were settled at a table and started dancing, I assumed Super Boy would say something. But all we talked about was random nonsense, and I began to wonder if he had forgotten (since he has the memory of a fish). So I asked him about the subject, and he simply laughed and said he was still thinking about it. That threw me off even more. I mean, what was so serious that he had to think about it so thoroughly?
Later in the night, when I had completely forgotten about the topic and I was dancing like a crazy person, he turned to me with his serious face and I knew it was time. He pulled me aside and said 'I've been thinking and thinking the whole thing over, and I think I've reached a conclusion. What happened last Tuesday at Drunk n' Rowdy's tells me there is still something here. I still have feelings for you, and I think the best would be to give this another shot. Give me another chance. You know me, and you know I can't promise I won't fell suffocated again in four months, but I really think this is worth a shot. Of course, we have to work to improve things because we both know in the past we took wrong decisions and things took a turn for the worst, but this time it can be different. We just have to make an effort, because the whole point is to grow, both of us. I need this, I think this is the best for me, but now I need you to think on what's the best for you. Whether you decide to get back together with me, or to leave things like they are, it's fine with me. Take all the time you need, don't answer right away, don't answer tomorrow. Focus first on all the important things you have to do this week, and then we can talk about it. What do you think?'
I bet you can all imagine exactly how I was feeling. I mean, to say I was shocked would be to state the obvious. He had thrown a cruve ball at me, and I was too stunned to speak. Never ever would I have imagined that speech. I know him well, and I know his decisions are keepers. It's really rare when he changes his mind, and so when he said 'there's no turning back,' I truly believed it was all over, for good. After a few minutes of shocked silence, I finally regained enough control of myself to nod and tell him I would think about it. Of course, the next couple of days were a haze. I have no idea how I could sum up enough brain activity to focus on my history essay. My mind was constantly wandering off, and I kept reliving the whole thing in my mind. I talked to a couple of friends about it, to my mom, and by Sunday the decision was clear. I mean, I think the decision was clear since the moment he spoke, but I still had to give it some thought. There was a huge risk, yes, and I knew the stakes were high. Probability dictates that I will most likely end up hurt again. And still, I cannot say no. Like Amazing Girlfriend told me: 'If you say no, will you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been?' She's completely right. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it's uncertainty. I don't think I could live with the doubt of what would have happened if I had given us the chance.
So, that's how I finally concluded I wanted him back. We haven't really spoken about the subject again, since I've been up and down like a crazy person this week, but I think the subject will come up during the weekend, once we're both activity-free. I know many of you are probably reading this and shaking your head at me, going all 'oh cristina, here you go again you silly girl.' All I can say is: don't hate me, I just have to give this one more chance. If I end up hurt, it will be entirely my fault. But what if something great comes out from all of this? I just have to know.
