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Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Packed Memories
My pink rabbit.
A plushie I got the day I was born, and the one I had till I was 7. I slept with it every night. It was a big rabbit with an over-all and a hat. Made me laugh everytime I saw it, because when me and my brother couldn't sleep, my dad would grab my rabbit and create a whole story, and the rabbit (that was just called Conejo)was the principal character! They were funny stories that made me laugh my heart out, and at the end, my dad would grab my rabbit's little paws and tickle us with them! I had so much fun and after that, I could sleep peacefully =).
What would I do with it? I'd probably sleep with it everynight! (well, along with the other plushies I sleep with =D)
A plushie I got the day I was born, and the one I had till I was 7. I slept with it every night. It was a big rabbit with an over-all and a hat. Made me laugh everytime I saw it, because when me and my brother couldn't sleep, my dad would grab my rabbit and create a whole story, and the rabbit (that was just called Conejo)was the principal character! They were funny stories that made me laugh my heart out, and at the end, my dad would grab my rabbit's little paws and tickle us with them! I had so much fun and after that, I could sleep peacefully =).
What would I do with it? I'd probably sleep with it everynight! (well, along with the other plushies I sleep with =D)
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
A Safe Place
Maybe.
I spent a lot of time, thinking what to write for this task...because it's not as easy as it looks like, it's not easy at all...there are loads and loads of things you keep inside, things noone understands...but because it is a safe place, I'll just let them out, without even thinking on what others might think if they read this.
There are times in which I feel, I don't belong. Mainly because of that feeling of being lost...like you're different from everybody, and that you're walking to the opposite direction everyone's walking...and most of the time, I wish I could just disappear from this world.Why? Because of a secret that many would think is so arrogant: Because I hate human kind, and sometimes, I hate being human...I get to hate everybody. Because I can't believe I'm capable of doing things some people can do...cruel people. Because I have the power to hurt whoever I want, and I chose not to...but others do.Because we live in a world, where everybody's afraid of the unknown, and just because of that they hate it, they criticize it...like they knew every inch of it, as if they were better. Because I(and we) live surrounded by people who say things, and insult people just because who they are, just to rejoice with the fact that the person they're insulting is suffering. Because they think they're superior, and they walk around with their heads high thinking that those who are not like them, are just different, and therefort,horrible. Because I can't stand those people, and makes me cry to think that they are leading this world to it's final. and because I know I can't do anything about it, as hard as I try, because their mind is so closed, they won't take anyone's point of view, because even if I scream to the top of my lungs, with tears in my eyes, they won't listen, they'll just take it as a joke, and at the end you surrender...because they broke you, because they destroyed your faith in yourself, in your strength, and you're reduced to the size of a fly.
unbreakable people, heartless people...and they can't see it, because they're all blinded by their pride.
Maybe it's me, maybe it's them...
Maybe it's just a game of survival; the one that stands till the end, wins.
thing is...they ALWAYS win.
the day they realize, that they're torturing people, and the day they see the tears those people are holding back...i'll stop holding this grudge against them.
Maybe...just maybe.
(it may not make sense to all of you, readers...but it's me who's writing, and I use metaphores...or hidden meanings, because that's the way I like it...if someone needs explanation because they're interested, ask...but I suggest you to give the things I write a deep thought, and maybe you'll find your own meaning to my words)
I spent a lot of time, thinking what to write for this task...because it's not as easy as it looks like, it's not easy at all...there are loads and loads of things you keep inside, things noone understands...but because it is a safe place, I'll just let them out, without even thinking on what others might think if they read this.
There are times in which I feel, I don't belong. Mainly because of that feeling of being lost...like you're different from everybody, and that you're walking to the opposite direction everyone's walking...and most of the time, I wish I could just disappear from this world.Why? Because of a secret that many would think is so arrogant: Because I hate human kind, and sometimes, I hate being human...I get to hate everybody. Because I can't believe I'm capable of doing things some people can do...cruel people. Because I have the power to hurt whoever I want, and I chose not to...but others do.Because we live in a world, where everybody's afraid of the unknown, and just because of that they hate it, they criticize it...like they knew every inch of it, as if they were better. Because I(and we) live surrounded by people who say things, and insult people just because who they are, just to rejoice with the fact that the person they're insulting is suffering. Because they think they're superior, and they walk around with their heads high thinking that those who are not like them, are just different, and therefort,horrible. Because I can't stand those people, and makes me cry to think that they are leading this world to it's final. and because I know I can't do anything about it, as hard as I try, because their mind is so closed, they won't take anyone's point of view, because even if I scream to the top of my lungs, with tears in my eyes, they won't listen, they'll just take it as a joke, and at the end you surrender...because they broke you, because they destroyed your faith in yourself, in your strength, and you're reduced to the size of a fly.
unbreakable people, heartless people...and they can't see it, because they're all blinded by their pride.
Maybe it's me, maybe it's them...
Maybe it's just a game of survival; the one that stands till the end, wins.
thing is...they ALWAYS win.
the day they realize, that they're torturing people, and the day they see the tears those people are holding back...i'll stop holding this grudge against them.
Maybe...just maybe.
(it may not make sense to all of you, readers...but it's me who's writing, and I use metaphores...or hidden meanings, because that's the way I like it...if someone needs explanation because they're interested, ask...but I suggest you to give the things I write a deep thought, and maybe you'll find your own meaning to my words)
Monday, September 24, 2007
The Other Side Of The Fence
Don't know if the reader is going to be able to see what I'm trying to say with this story, and it's a bit complicated, I hope you undestand it.
Far away, across the mountains and rivers, there was a very small and old valley, where a town had settled many years ago. It was a town with few people, to whom the world beyond the mountains was unknown. They had never left the valley, because they were too afraid of what the world was like, so they had made a promise that they would never think or even consider the idea of leaving the valley or even wondering how the world on the other side of the mountans was like.
In the smallest house of this little town, lived a family of four. The father, was a highly respected man, who had beautiful apple trees that provided food to his neighbors. The mother, a very classy middle aged woman, who was well known for being always thoughtful, and kind to everyone. The brother, who was a very strong young man, that helped the farmers and took care of other's horses. And finally, the daughter, nothing but a child who spent her days looking through her bedroom's window...contemplating those majestic mountains. Her family knew, why she did that...everyday she wondered what the world was like, if rainbow colored flowers and different flavoured apple trees grew somewhere...and the sea, OH THE SEA! she had always dreamt off, the sea that seemed so far from her grasp. So everynight she imagined a world, completely different from her own, where beautiful people walked down silver streets and lived in big white houses.Her father knew about her ilusions, and one day, he locked her up in a small room with no windows, so she could never leave. Every single night she slept in that small dark room, her mother could hear her crying, and sobbing till the break of dawn, and everynight, it was a torment...to know her daughter was suffering and that she couldn't do anything to help her. One afternoon, she entered the room and sat next to the daughter.
"I know what you're thinking" she said.
"Mom" her daughter said slowly "Haven't you ever wondered...what's beyond the fence?"
"I'm afraid I don't see what you mean" she answered.
"Beyond what's safe, beyond what you know..."
"We don't need to know, we're fine the way we are...we don't need anything else"
"You don't need to know? Aren't you even a bit curious?"
"You're young...you will understand when you grow up"
"I understand now!you are all so scared and so stubborn" the daughter said, annoyed.
Her mother thought for a moment, then understood."What is it that you want?"
"I want to get out..."her daughter said "I want to learn, and I want to see new things...the sea, waterfalls..."
Her mother stared at her for a moment, and she knew...she could read it in her eyes; it was time to let go. She then stood up. and reached for the hand knob.
"I'll leave food and water in the kitchen, you can take my coat and please, try not to wake your father, alright?"she said, and then smiled "I was wrong...the moment I said you were young, my darling...go if that is what you have to do"
For the first time, she saw a smile on her daughter's face."Thank you, mother"she said, with tears in her eyes.
Her mother opened the door, and left.
That night, while the mother was sleeping, she dreamt of a rocky beach, and noone was there but her. No worries, no mountains, nothing but sand, water, rocks and air.
she was free...and for once
felt happy
she had done the right thing
she had finally
let go.
Far away, across the mountains and rivers, there was a very small and old valley, where a town had settled many years ago. It was a town with few people, to whom the world beyond the mountains was unknown. They had never left the valley, because they were too afraid of what the world was like, so they had made a promise that they would never think or even consider the idea of leaving the valley or even wondering how the world on the other side of the mountans was like.
In the smallest house of this little town, lived a family of four. The father, was a highly respected man, who had beautiful apple trees that provided food to his neighbors. The mother, a very classy middle aged woman, who was well known for being always thoughtful, and kind to everyone. The brother, who was a very strong young man, that helped the farmers and took care of other's horses. And finally, the daughter, nothing but a child who spent her days looking through her bedroom's window...contemplating those majestic mountains. Her family knew, why she did that...everyday she wondered what the world was like, if rainbow colored flowers and different flavoured apple trees grew somewhere...and the sea, OH THE SEA! she had always dreamt off, the sea that seemed so far from her grasp. So everynight she imagined a world, completely different from her own, where beautiful people walked down silver streets and lived in big white houses.Her father knew about her ilusions, and one day, he locked her up in a small room with no windows, so she could never leave. Every single night she slept in that small dark room, her mother could hear her crying, and sobbing till the break of dawn, and everynight, it was a torment...to know her daughter was suffering and that she couldn't do anything to help her. One afternoon, she entered the room and sat next to the daughter.
"I know what you're thinking" she said.
"Mom" her daughter said slowly "Haven't you ever wondered...what's beyond the fence?"
"I'm afraid I don't see what you mean" she answered.
"Beyond what's safe, beyond what you know..."
"We don't need to know, we're fine the way we are...we don't need anything else"
"You don't need to know? Aren't you even a bit curious?"
"You're young...you will understand when you grow up"
"I understand now!you are all so scared and so stubborn" the daughter said, annoyed.
Her mother thought for a moment, then understood."What is it that you want?"
"I want to get out..."her daughter said "I want to learn, and I want to see new things...the sea, waterfalls..."
Her mother stared at her for a moment, and she knew...she could read it in her eyes; it was time to let go. She then stood up. and reached for the hand knob.
"I'll leave food and water in the kitchen, you can take my coat and please, try not to wake your father, alright?"she said, and then smiled "I was wrong...the moment I said you were young, my darling...go if that is what you have to do"
For the first time, she saw a smile on her daughter's face."Thank you, mother"she said, with tears in her eyes.
Her mother opened the door, and left.
That night, while the mother was sleeping, she dreamt of a rocky beach, and noone was there but her. No worries, no mountains, nothing but sand, water, rocks and air.
she was free...and for once
felt happy
she had done the right thing
she had finally
let go.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Good Riddance(Time of Your Life) - Green Day
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the hand, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, and in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable, and in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable, and in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
(To see the videoclip, click on the first video where it says "Good Riddance - Green Day")
A simple song, with a strong meaning.
This whole song and video concentrates mainly in time, and how quickly it passes. It's very easy to feel identified with this song, because everything it says is completely true. Youth goes away in just the blink of an eye, and it's often said that the best time of your life, is when you're a teenager, meaning no worries and no compromises. It is while being young that you get to know some of the people that will change your life for ever, and it is while being a teenager when you live the greatest and most exciting moments ever; your first love, your first kiss, the trips, those nights that you wished could laste for ever...it is then when you take a mental picture of all those people that made "your world" complete. But nothing lasts forever...and we must keep those precious memories in our hearts.
But, this song is NOT only about adolescence. It's about your whole LIFE.
We must remember that, even though adolescence is over, you still have a long way to go, a different but more exciting way to go.
I personally, felt really identified with the lyrics.Every minute of our lives is important...because every minute is different from the other, and you and the world will never stay the same. Life is unpredictable and it can take you anywhere; to new places, sights and people. Make sure you walk down this road with a smile on your face, and at the end of it, you'll see that it was worth it.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
First Assignment
Well, this is my first entrance in my new blogspot, and I'm going to start it with a reaction I wrote in class. We are studying poetry now, and we were told to write one...I decided to write about a statement.
"When you fall in love you see the world through rose-coloured spectacles"
Yes, it is often said that life and everything around us change dramatically when you fall in love. Suddenly, the perfect place is where you're standing, and suddenly everything is a lot easier. We are some-how blinded by this fake perfection, this image that love gives us, and we ignore reality, that inevitable truth we have to live with everyday. But, it's a beautiful lie, isn't it? makes us invincible for just a fragment of a minute, but that so called paradise can turn into hell if that love is taken away, and all the things we were not seeing crush us. That is why you feel misery is taking over your body when everything ends, when he or she goes away. We find ourselves lost in a "new" land, wandering around with no clue of what to do, stuck in a moment. And then, we realize that it is no new land, it is the same place you have been standing all along...but your perfect world stung your eyes and distracted you from the truth. That is why love is so tricky, confuses you with an out-of-this-world, mind-blowing image...and even though it hurts at the end...we can't help but falling over and over again.
Sounds more like something I'd write in my personal diary...but oh well.
"When you fall in love you see the world through rose-coloured spectacles"
Yes, it is often said that life and everything around us change dramatically when you fall in love. Suddenly, the perfect place is where you're standing, and suddenly everything is a lot easier. We are some-how blinded by this fake perfection, this image that love gives us, and we ignore reality, that inevitable truth we have to live with everyday. But, it's a beautiful lie, isn't it? makes us invincible for just a fragment of a minute, but that so called paradise can turn into hell if that love is taken away, and all the things we were not seeing crush us. That is why you feel misery is taking over your body when everything ends, when he or she goes away. We find ourselves lost in a "new" land, wandering around with no clue of what to do, stuck in a moment. And then, we realize that it is no new land, it is the same place you have been standing all along...but your perfect world stung your eyes and distracted you from the truth. That is why love is so tricky, confuses you with an out-of-this-world, mind-blowing image...and even though it hurts at the end...we can't help but falling over and over again.
Sounds more like something I'd write in my personal diary...but oh well.
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