Just because I feel like it...
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing
-Aerosmith, I dont want to miss a thing
Webspinning of the Arcane mixed with a bit of poison, passion, dreaming and humanity...
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Juda's Kiss & Hibernation
Thursday: Judas'Kiss. Long story. Seems the activity was a success after all. Yay. Whatever.
Friday: Complete Hibernation. Taking med that has codeine, so I foresee a weekend of many Z’s around my head. But I need it. Either this or hospital, so… Z’s it is.
Its 6pm, my head is spinning and all I want to do is have lunch (yes, lunch) and go to sleep. Dizzy, exhausted, and off…
10-4
Friday: Complete Hibernation. Taking med that has codeine, so I foresee a weekend of many Z’s around my head. But I need it. Either this or hospital, so… Z’s it is.
Its 6pm, my head is spinning and all I want to do is have lunch (yes, lunch) and go to sleep. Dizzy, exhausted, and off…
10-4
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Its the end of the world as we know it
It is over. The mad frenzy of creativity and trying to please crowds is over. The neverending patience and belief in the greater good is over. Ok, so this can also be applied to the chaos in PR… but no, I am speaking of the bloody, messy job of doing activities for work. I’ve been doing so for 5 years. I have tried bringing people to give speeches to see if minds get unlocked, but no… I have tried happy pretty scenographies that takes you back to childhood, but no… And now I tried to make them connect with nature and their roots… but no… I saw a sand castle being tripped by loose horses… That’s how I can describe everything. For 2 weeks I took care of plants that were completely ignored by 95% of the people that was to take them home. A complete afternoon agenda was clamped into 30minutes because of the delays that music caused, and then the delays of the small group that wanted music to go on forever. Invitations that clearly established a time were ignored, as most people arrived just before midday (same people that dared to say that there had been no activities in the morning, that it all had been bad and boring). I watched as the hosts that wanted so much control to show off actually lost that control, people didn’t respond to them, and the attempts to give direction to their messes by my answering questions were ignored. Soooo… I don’t know if the activity was successful because I had a mental plan and it all went downhill. Maybe it was not perceived by people, maybe I am oversensitive… Too many maybes for my taste. I just know that I am doing nothing else for this people. My office is closed for activities. From now on, work or nothing. No one pays me the bad experiences which turned into common daily moments for the last 3 weeks.
In other news, this island is in chaos and tension is everywhere. Answers about payday are hair raising. For me, no payday from May 1 to June 30 means 2 months of unpaid mortgage, unpaid water, unpaid contractor, unpaid debts that usually leaves me in $0.50… So… The forecast is dark, very dark… The seven years of thin cows are in all their glory. Gotta win the loto and get away…
10-4
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, b
irds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs,
don’t misserve your own needs.
Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no.
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height.
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
in a government for hire and a combat site.
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop.
Look at that low plane!
Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed.
Tell me with the rapture
and the reverent in the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
Six o’clock - TV hour.
Don’t get caught in foreign tower.
Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn.
Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate.
Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down.
Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier.
Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped
a nice continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev,
Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake,
jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine...fine...
(It’s time I had some time alone)
-REM, Its the end of the world as we know it
In other news, this island is in chaos and tension is everywhere. Answers about payday are hair raising. For me, no payday from May 1 to June 30 means 2 months of unpaid mortgage, unpaid water, unpaid contractor, unpaid debts that usually leaves me in $0.50… So… The forecast is dark, very dark… The seven years of thin cows are in all their glory. Gotta win the loto and get away…
10-4
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, b
irds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs,
don’t misserve your own needs.
Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no.
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height.
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
in a government for hire and a combat site.
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop.
Look at that low plane!
Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed.
Tell me with the rapture
and the reverent in the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
Six o’clock - TV hour.
Don’t get caught in foreign tower.
Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn.
Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate.
Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down.
Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier.
Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped
a nice continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev,
Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake,
jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it
and I feel fine...fine...
(It’s time I had some time alone)
-REM, Its the end of the world as we know it
Monday, April 24, 2006
IT week
Oddly enough, this is administrative assistants week... and also since God has a sense of humor it is Information Technology Professional week. Of course, since I am the only IT person in the Western region that means no one will actually say congratulations except my dear friends outside work environment. It sucks when even your so-called boss doesn't even call to see if you are alive. Whatever... I guess my own celebration will be actually attending the party I've been planning... Ugh!
Since ppl have done their homework we have nice things to give to secretaries. Delegation always works, and so my games girl has a nice schedule of games and the designated host girl will do just fine. I don't wanna have to give face, I just wanna enjoy the ride for once. Since the hyenas are not in charge, things should run smoothly.
Tomorrow three staff members will gather in my cave to perform the Fellowship of the Fans ritual... Many gifts to pack. Must place everything somewhere in my car without getting noticed. Since miracle-donations-lady got donations from Franco, Ricomini and Gato Negro we will be able to do a small picadera on Friday afternoon to close the week. Yay. Now, to sleep.
10-4
Since ppl have done their homework we have nice things to give to secretaries. Delegation always works, and so my games girl has a nice schedule of games and the designated host girl will do just fine. I don't wanna have to give face, I just wanna enjoy the ride for once. Since the hyenas are not in charge, things should run smoothly.
Tomorrow three staff members will gather in my cave to perform the Fellowship of the Fans ritual... Many gifts to pack. Must place everything somewhere in my car without getting noticed. Since miracle-donations-lady got donations from Franco, Ricomini and Gato Negro we will be able to do a small picadera on Friday afternoon to close the week. Yay. Now, to sleep.
10-4
Island of Zombies
Education, what is important in almost every country in this forsaken planet… is not important in this Land of the Lost. Government now says that they will close public schools since next week because lack of funds… I wonder why they just don’t cut all the freebies that senators and legislators have, which I am certain would solve this crisis. It is always the commoners who pay for bad government, while leaders keep getting fat. Nuke them all!
Here people are already stupid as it is, now without school they will be dumb and stupid... Just cattle to move from one side to the other... But I guess that is the great agenda of politics... Heck, even politicians have demonstrated their ineptitude over and over, and magic wands make them reapear at eletion time! Like this Rossello thing... the guy is insane, not even the people of his group like him and still he has this control over everyone that is almost as if he were a vodu master that zombiefied everyone under his grasp...
Respect is dead. Our lovely culture based on kindness and respect is dead. The Land of the Lost thrives on passional crimes, absent minded leaders and zombie servants... What is left to do here? How can a few good apples survive in a bag full of rotten ones full of worms? It is sad that there are three choices here: Die as a martyr for dead causes (only the good die young after all), go away and mourn your island elsewhere, or become zombiefied and numb. Working this land, believing in the goodness and beauty that it offers... dead dreams. A real pity, as if you erradicate humans the flora and fauna in here would be almost as Paradise Island revived.
I love my island. I love all it has to offer. I love its mountains and rivers and beaches and unique forests... Humans destroy everything. Damn humans!
10-4
Here people are already stupid as it is, now without school they will be dumb and stupid... Just cattle to move from one side to the other... But I guess that is the great agenda of politics... Heck, even politicians have demonstrated their ineptitude over and over, and magic wands make them reapear at eletion time! Like this Rossello thing... the guy is insane, not even the people of his group like him and still he has this control over everyone that is almost as if he were a vodu master that zombiefied everyone under his grasp...
Respect is dead. Our lovely culture based on kindness and respect is dead. The Land of the Lost thrives on passional crimes, absent minded leaders and zombie servants... What is left to do here? How can a few good apples survive in a bag full of rotten ones full of worms? It is sad that there are three choices here: Die as a martyr for dead causes (only the good die young after all), go away and mourn your island elsewhere, or become zombiefied and numb. Working this land, believing in the goodness and beauty that it offers... dead dreams. A real pity, as if you erradicate humans the flora and fauna in here would be almost as Paradise Island revived.
I love my island. I love all it has to offer. I love its mountains and rivers and beaches and unique forests... Humans destroy everything. Damn humans!
10-4
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Boring
Been a long rainy day. Attempted to actually go out but rain and throat made me wanna go back to the shadows where I belong… Ugh! Watched Harry Potter & Chamber of Secrets… can’t believe I actually forgot most of the events in that movie (of course I remembered quite vividly the spiders thing…). Not much excitement. Kyonne & Roxy fighting more than usual. I bet all I have on Roxy. :P
I want this next week to fly away faster than a speeding bullet. The activity is on Wednesday… So tomorrow and Tuesday will be charming days… Whatever.
10-4
I want this next week to fly away faster than a speeding bullet. The activity is on Wednesday… So tomorrow and Tuesday will be charming days… Whatever.
10-4
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Couch Potato
Still sick. Woke up tired, tired as in don't wanna see the rays of sunlight tired. Had to anyway, because my car begged for an oil change. I complied. And then back home. Watched Batman Returns and Sleepless in Seattle at the same time. Then some Friends, Will & Grace, WNTW, and some AP... Loved the Animal Vampires documentary... from vampire bats and leeches to the tick!
My cough getting worst by the hour. The climate is NOT helping. No will to go anywhere, driving makes me feel ill. Not even in scrapbooking mood... So, officially, this has been Couch Potato day. And still I feel like doing/saying/thinking absolutely nothing... Yay!
10-4
My cough getting worst by the hour. The climate is NOT helping. No will to go anywhere, driving makes me feel ill. Not even in scrapbooking mood... So, officially, this has been Couch Potato day. And still I feel like doing/saying/thinking absolutely nothing... Yay!
10-4
Friday, April 21, 2006
We're gonna see the wizarddddddddd!
This morning I was very afraid, as I know my car is in its worst shape ever... and now it is pleading for oil. Whatever... Resignation when there is no cash, and turned on some candles for a miracle.I had to go to San Sebastian, so I went on my way to the office to get the money I needed to deliver in the Hacienda for the forsaken secretary activity.
At the office, I was in no mood even to turn on the lights, so I just answered the phone in the darkness and voila! Lucinda was calling because she wanted to go to the free trees place at RUM. Told her about my mission and she volunteered to take me to San Sebastian. Ok. No complaints. Miracles DO happen. Wheeee!
As I was on the phone, a co-worker comes to me, showing me something that she held in her hand. As I looked, I had taken off my glasses so I could only see a shape both dark, fuzzy and with five things that looked as legs. Did I scream? Hell yea. All I could see in the darkness and glass-less was a friggin spider. The woman went to turn on the light, laughing her skirt off, as she realized she scared me because I was as blind as a bat. She showed me the thing again... Days ago she had told me about a flower that bloomed in her house and how beautiful it was. So, she had picked one of the now cursed orchids to show it to me. Sure, after the scare I laughed as well... and Lucinda enjoyed the show via phone. True story.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucinda arrived, we went to pick up Groundel, and off we went to our short voyage. Stopped to give food to the poor child, and babble about Silent Hill and Spider Forest. Arrived at the Hacienda, and the manager was not there... Clueless people tried to help, but clueless is as clueless does... The girl came to me with a receipt that had a total $600 over the price agreed. I instantly started shedding hair. After 3 contracts I just asked her to find the manager and ask about our deal, as he was making a special price to us. After 2 hours it all was cleared out, and so we went away happily... I stopped shedding.
So... Needed to go to Aguadilla's office to get some money, but the girl with the money was out... So... We hunted for food. Treated ourselves to some of Martin's chicken along with batata, ñame, amarillitos, mofongo and a giant refreshment. That's gotta be the best chicken in the whole friggin isle.
Back in the road, I began a coughing session that lasted from Aguada to Mayaguez. Awful. I could barely breathe. Lucinda stopped at RUM to heck the Nature Resources place and got some plants... Her kids are gonna be very pleased, they are into the druid thing as well. She delivered me at work safe and sound. I went to give the paperwork to the treasury person, and to fill out a form to get my butt outta there. I had to take auntie to the cursed bank so she will stop her most bitchy weekly transformation... Got a call from Groundel who kept adventuring with Lucinda, helped her get some cells, got her kids and then they were gonna check his apartment to see why there is no water yet and to take the matress from the house upstairs and bring it down. Whatever. I am so tired and sleepy! Dont expect me to show up,people...
Me, I'm signing off. Maybe will wake up in time for WNTW, but that is at midnight... Got a yellow harness for Cyric, he's fighting it but assimmilation is futile. And so is my walk in sleepyland. What a draining voyage... But it was fun.
10-4
At the office, I was in no mood even to turn on the lights, so I just answered the phone in the darkness and voila! Lucinda was calling because she wanted to go to the free trees place at RUM. Told her about my mission and she volunteered to take me to San Sebastian. Ok. No complaints. Miracles DO happen. Wheeee!
As I was on the phone, a co-worker comes to me, showing me something that she held in her hand. As I looked, I had taken off my glasses so I could only see a shape both dark, fuzzy and with five things that looked as legs. Did I scream? Hell yea. All I could see in the darkness and glass-less was a friggin spider. The woman went to turn on the light, laughing her skirt off, as she realized she scared me because I was as blind as a bat. She showed me the thing again... Days ago she had told me about a flower that bloomed in her house and how beautiful it was. So, she had picked one of the now cursed orchids to show it to me. Sure, after the scare I laughed as well... and Lucinda enjoyed the show via phone. True story.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucinda arrived, we went to pick up Groundel, and off we went to our short voyage. Stopped to give food to the poor child, and babble about Silent Hill and Spider Forest. Arrived at the Hacienda, and the manager was not there... Clueless people tried to help, but clueless is as clueless does... The girl came to me with a receipt that had a total $600 over the price agreed. I instantly started shedding hair. After 3 contracts I just asked her to find the manager and ask about our deal, as he was making a special price to us. After 2 hours it all was cleared out, and so we went away happily... I stopped shedding.
So... Needed to go to Aguadilla's office to get some money, but the girl with the money was out... So... We hunted for food. Treated ourselves to some of Martin's chicken along with batata, ñame, amarillitos, mofongo and a giant refreshment. That's gotta be the best chicken in the whole friggin isle.
Back in the road, I began a coughing session that lasted from Aguada to Mayaguez. Awful. I could barely breathe. Lucinda stopped at RUM to heck the Nature Resources place and got some plants... Her kids are gonna be very pleased, they are into the druid thing as well. She delivered me at work safe and sound. I went to give the paperwork to the treasury person, and to fill out a form to get my butt outta there. I had to take auntie to the cursed bank so she will stop her most bitchy weekly transformation... Got a call from Groundel who kept adventuring with Lucinda, helped her get some cells, got her kids and then they were gonna check his apartment to see why there is no water yet and to take the matress from the house upstairs and bring it down. Whatever. I am so tired and sleepy! Dont expect me to show up,people...
Me, I'm signing off. Maybe will wake up in time for WNTW, but that is at midnight... Got a yellow harness for Cyric, he's fighting it but assimmilation is futile. And so is my walk in sleepyland. What a draining voyage... But it was fun.
10-4
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Yauco & Silent Hill
Spent whole day at Yauco working with 2 pcs. Went to see Silent Hill after work. Another great video game adaptation, they made a perfect copy of the town & sounds/musicFx. I really liked it, not a masterpiece but entertaining and with plenty of the eye candy that I like (gorish twisted kind). Gotta love the girl! Excellent actress at such a young age!
Tomorrow gotta go to San Sebastian and Aguadilla. Maybe take the afternoon out to take auntie to make payments and to give an early start to the weekend... actually sleeping?
10-4
Tomorrow gotta go to San Sebastian and Aguadilla. Maybe take the afternoon out to take auntie to make payments and to give an early start to the weekend... actually sleeping?
10-4
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Razzle dazzle them
The world is a stage, we all play a role... Some are pushed and some are thugs... some beggars, some corpse... But we are all here, standing or sleeping by or waiting for the big chance... The big Writer is always having fun at our expense... and comedy and eros turn to sudden betrayal and death... but then as climax is reached and all the roles are revealed, what a funny play! what a genious! how entertaining and painful can this drama be! The Playwright teaches a lesson and moves on His quill... and sometimes one ponders why He wrote what he wrote, why He let be what had been... All has a purpose, even droplets of rain... for nurturing life and for drowning fools...
All has a purpose.
From Chicago:
Billy:
Roxie. You got nothing to worry about. It's all a circus, kid.
A three ring circus. These trial - the whole world - all show
business. But kid, you're working with a star, the biggest!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em act with lots of flash in it
And the reaction will be passionate
Give 'em the old hocus pocus
Bread and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?
What if your hinges all are rusting?
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting ?
Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll never catch wise!
Eh Eh Eh Eh
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Billy and Company:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em a show that's so splendiferous
Billy:
Row after row will grow vociferous
Billy and Company:
Give 'em the old flim flam flummox
Fool and fracture 'em
Billy:
How can they hear the truth above the roar?
Billy and Company:
Throw 'em a fake and a finagle
They'll never know you're just a bagel,
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll beg you for more!
Billy and Company:
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Back since the days of old Methuselah
Everyone loves the big bambooz-a-ler
Give 'em the old three ring circus
Stun and stagger 'em
When you're in trouble, go into your dance
Though you are stiffer than a girder
They let ya get away with a murder
Razzle dazzle 'em
And you've got a romance
Give 'em the old
Razzle dazzle
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em an act that's unassailable
They'll wait a year 'til your available!
Billy and Company:
Give 'em the old
Double whammy
Billy:
Daze and dizzy 'em
Show 'em the first rate sorcerer you are
Billy and Company:
Long as you keep 'em way off balance
How can they spot you got no talents?
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Company:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Billy and Company:
And they'll make you a star!
All has a purpose.
From Chicago:
Billy:
Roxie. You got nothing to worry about. It's all a circus, kid.
A three ring circus. These trial - the whole world - all show
business. But kid, you're working with a star, the biggest!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em act with lots of flash in it
And the reaction will be passionate
Give 'em the old hocus pocus
Bread and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?
What if your hinges all are rusting?
What if, in fact, you're just disgusting ?
Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll never catch wise!
Eh Eh Eh Eh
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Billy and Company:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em a show that's so splendiferous
Billy:
Row after row will grow vociferous
Billy and Company:
Give 'em the old flim flam flummox
Fool and fracture 'em
Billy:
How can they hear the truth above the roar?
Billy and Company:
Throw 'em a fake and a finagle
They'll never know you're just a bagel,
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
And they'll beg you for more!
Billy and Company:
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle 'em
Back since the days of old Methuselah
Everyone loves the big bambooz-a-ler
Give 'em the old three ring circus
Stun and stagger 'em
When you're in trouble, go into your dance
Though you are stiffer than a girder
They let ya get away with a murder
Razzle dazzle 'em
And you've got a romance
Give 'em the old
Razzle dazzle
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Give 'em an act that's unassailable
They'll wait a year 'til your available!
Billy and Company:
Give 'em the old
Double whammy
Billy:
Daze and dizzy 'em
Show 'em the first rate sorcerer you are
Billy and Company:
Long as you keep 'em way off balance
How can they spot you got no talents?
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Company:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Billy:
Razzle dazzle 'em
Billy and Company:
And they'll make you a star!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Sad but happy
Well, things are flowing slowly but certainly. The invitations are out, and I sent the last messages on who is going or not and payments. I hope that with Friday’s lunch all numbers can make their proper fitting. I don’t see much controversy besides the ones coming from the same people, here at Emporium. I hope that a big surprise comes true, so all the ill desires towards me rebound. Still, this whole place saddens me greatly. I try to keep hope on the goodness laying inside everyone’s heart, but the choice that most make is against that goodness. I keep battling a political empire that is corrupted and that is decadent…
My choice of weapons seem funny, as brains and good deeds for the greater good are not as easily rewarded as ill comments and ill actions. But I believe in who I am, in all I can achieve. In the end, I will have my last laugh. I will make a difference, against all odds. I never thought I would finally develop a mellow patience, but I have, and although I dislike the wait I have lived to see that rotten apples do get what they deserve in the long run… their shine is an instant of glimmer… My moment of glory will come soon enough, and it won’t fade as fast. This I trust.
I hope that everyone gets better. Lucinda was still a bit sick, Groundel’s leg is still swollen, and I am still going with the stupid cough/flu thinguie. Gotta get a life, whatever that may mean… Next week will be the secretaries thinguie, and on the first week of May I’ll do some upgrades to the servers. Second week to tie up any loose end, and the last two weeks will make up my so-called vacation… not that I’ll be able to actually do anything, very broke still… Gotta play loto or something…
I’m sad but I’m happy
Yay!
10-4
My choice of weapons seem funny, as brains and good deeds for the greater good are not as easily rewarded as ill comments and ill actions. But I believe in who I am, in all I can achieve. In the end, I will have my last laugh. I will make a difference, against all odds. I never thought I would finally develop a mellow patience, but I have, and although I dislike the wait I have lived to see that rotten apples do get what they deserve in the long run… their shine is an instant of glimmer… My moment of glory will come soon enough, and it won’t fade as fast. This I trust.
I hope that everyone gets better. Lucinda was still a bit sick, Groundel’s leg is still swollen, and I am still going with the stupid cough/flu thinguie. Gotta get a life, whatever that may mean… Next week will be the secretaries thinguie, and on the first week of May I’ll do some upgrades to the servers. Second week to tie up any loose end, and the last two weeks will make up my so-called vacation… not that I’ll be able to actually do anything, very broke still… Gotta play loto or something…
I’m sad but I’m happy
Yay!
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Monday, April 17, 2006
New old news
Yup, new old news, sort of... Daddy finally found means to communicate with me, and in the while let me know that some weeks ago my two brothers were here in the island for a wedding, in SJ. They told him that my sis tried to contact me but the effort was fruitless. Hmmm... I find odd that EVERYONE knows that I am still living with my aunt, EVERYONE knows that phone number since it has been the same number ever since before my birth, and my sis knows where I work & my different numbers. If she said she tried to find me, well who knows,but she didn't really try so hard. If everything else fails, EVERYONE knows I check my email daily so... I am sorry, but I have to say the WTF? award of the day goes to her. Whatever vendetta she has now, whatever reason she has for it... why get my brothers into it? And my brothers, they are so smart and tech advanced and they couldn't even drop an email? Gimme a break! So yes this kinda pissed me off for half an hour, but then again I came to my senses realizing that after all just because my dad and his wife likes me doesn't mean that their siblings like me that much. Although the old ones emphazise that "young blood looks for young people" that has never been the case with me. I dissaprove improper behavior of any kind, so I am not the favorite one to call if someone wants mischief or fun.
That applies to so-called friends as well. There is this big trend that people only look for me whenever they need a security blanket or help in something... I am so good at solving messes and making sense of anything... But rarely comes a call that asks a simple "How are you?". This year my birthday made me see the people whom are really interested in my life and wherabouts. I spent time with people who honestly care for me, just because of who I am. Everyone that has come to my life to take from me where pinpointed with neon colors. I am glad. I can see who is true and who is not, and smile anyway... To the real ones, be certain you have my heart. To the special non-real ones, I help because I can so no offense is taken... but now I know who you REALLY are... mind your steps and be wary, being kind is NOT synonym of being stupid. And I am NOT stupid.
The real pleasures in life comes from the life you share with significant others. No money or status can grant that. Family should come first, but seems that will always be an exception for me. My family I have made of a few chosen ones that have been my strenght and reason to live another day. I am grateful for those I call my friends, especially ever constant Lucinda and Groundel, both of whom have known me for so long and still look forward to sharing more memories... I pity my sis and other siblings, as they really know nothing of who I am and how much I do care for them. All in all, I am content with knowing my father remembers me and gets concerned with the small things that may happen to me.
Ah, lovely Sunday. Although my cough is pitiful, nothing raises spirits as wathing Lord of the Rings movies all day long! Gotta love Gandalf!
Dyed my hair so I wouldnt have multiple colors. Now its a sound RedSonja red. So, gotta get in gear and... Off with some heads!
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That applies to so-called friends as well. There is this big trend that people only look for me whenever they need a security blanket or help in something... I am so good at solving messes and making sense of anything... But rarely comes a call that asks a simple "How are you?". This year my birthday made me see the people whom are really interested in my life and wherabouts. I spent time with people who honestly care for me, just because of who I am. Everyone that has come to my life to take from me where pinpointed with neon colors. I am glad. I can see who is true and who is not, and smile anyway... To the real ones, be certain you have my heart. To the special non-real ones, I help because I can so no offense is taken... but now I know who you REALLY are... mind your steps and be wary, being kind is NOT synonym of being stupid. And I am NOT stupid.
The real pleasures in life comes from the life you share with significant others. No money or status can grant that. Family should come first, but seems that will always be an exception for me. My family I have made of a few chosen ones that have been my strenght and reason to live another day. I am grateful for those I call my friends, especially ever constant Lucinda and Groundel, both of whom have known me for so long and still look forward to sharing more memories... I pity my sis and other siblings, as they really know nothing of who I am and how much I do care for them. All in all, I am content with knowing my father remembers me and gets concerned with the small things that may happen to me.
Ah, lovely Sunday. Although my cough is pitiful, nothing raises spirits as wathing Lord of the Rings movies all day long! Gotta love Gandalf!
Dyed my hair so I wouldnt have multiple colors. Now its a sound RedSonja red. So, gotta get in gear and... Off with some heads!
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Dark Lady
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the back seat were scratches
From the marks of men
Her fortune she had won
Couldn't see through the tinted glass
She said, "Home James" and he hit the gas
I followed her to some darkened room
She took my money, she said,
"I'll be with you soon"
Dark lady laughed and danced
And lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music
Till her brew was done
Dark lady played black magic
Till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me
Than I knew myself
She dealt two cards, a queen and a three
And mumbled some words
That were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card
Still stayed black
She said the man you love is secretly true
To someone else who is very close to you
My advice is that you leave this place
Never come back and forget
You ever saw my face
Dark lady laughed and danced
And lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music
Till her brew was done
Dark lady played black magic
Till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me
Than I knew myself
So I ran home and crawled in my bed
I couldn't sleep
Because of all the things she said
Then I remembered her strange perfume
And how I smelled it once in my own room
So I sneaked back
And caught her with my man
Laughing and kissing
Till they saw the gun in my hand
The next thing I knew
They were dead on the floor
Dark lady would never
Turn a card up anymore
Dark lady laughed and danced
And lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music
Till her brew was done
Dark lady played black magic
Till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me
Than I knew myself
-Cher, Dark Lady
Scrap scrap... whos there
Woke up at midday. Tried hunting for srapbooking micas but they were out of the ones I needed... Back home. Without energy, seems I kinda overdid my druid tasks yesterday. Whatever. Watched In land of the Yeti by Jeff Corwen. Loved the Everest highlights... Gotta visit Animal Kingdom just for that friggin ride! Looks awesome!
Korean horor movies rule!
The red shoes: Loved it! Although it had no english subtitles, the movie was quite entertaining by itself. Loved the take on the fairy tale... Although the red shoes looked pink to me...
The Wig: Nice story on a trivial possessed thing. The cancer patient was quite convincing, the most powerful moment was the images of how the mute sister became mute... I could actually feel that! Ouch!
Looking forward to see if I can finally make it to Ice Age2, perhaps tomorrow or Monday. The first one was ok, but too short. Been told this one follows the line of Shrek in terms of more internal jokes for adults. We'll see... Either that or Inside Man. Dunno. Have to be in the mood either for light entertainment or cops & crooks... Wish they were showing foreign horror at local theaters...
Groundel's leg still blownup. Treating it, keeping it high. Now the flu finally grasped him completely. You can say it has not been his week...
Me... I'm ok. Frustrated that couldn't complete my master plan for the week... but I guess it could have been worse... I could've been the one in the hospital with the cellulitis... Ewwww... So, I hope to see if my babies are alive maybe by tomorrow afternoon if there is no rain. No further plans to spoil.
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Korean horor movies rule!
The red shoes: Loved it! Although it had no english subtitles, the movie was quite entertaining by itself. Loved the take on the fairy tale... Although the red shoes looked pink to me...
The Wig: Nice story on a trivial possessed thing. The cancer patient was quite convincing, the most powerful moment was the images of how the mute sister became mute... I could actually feel that! Ouch!
Looking forward to see if I can finally make it to Ice Age2, perhaps tomorrow or Monday. The first one was ok, but too short. Been told this one follows the line of Shrek in terms of more internal jokes for adults. We'll see... Either that or Inside Man. Dunno. Have to be in the mood either for light entertainment or cops & crooks... Wish they were showing foreign horror at local theaters...
Groundel's leg still blownup. Treating it, keeping it high. Now the flu finally grasped him completely. You can say it has not been his week...
Me... I'm ok. Frustrated that couldn't complete my master plan for the week... but I guess it could have been worse... I could've been the one in the hospital with the cellulitis... Ewwww... So, I hope to see if my babies are alive maybe by tomorrow afternoon if there is no rain. No further plans to spoil.
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Friday, April 14, 2006
Holy Friday... Ants and spider...
Holy Friday. I knew I would not achieve much trying to go anywhere because auntie and Groundel are sick, so decided to move some of the outside furniture… Big mistake! As I opened the bed-sofa I spotted something big, black and hairy lurking in the creases… A spider, the biggest meanest ugliest one I have seen in person and outside a cage… I panicked. My pulse went skyrocketing and I almost felt my breath gone. I backed away slowly but certainly. Then I ran to wake up poor Groundel hissing with wide eyes “Pleeeeeeese wake up! Pleeeeeeeeeese!” Wow, almost a Leeloo double… LOL Anyway… He went, hunted and killed the friggin thing. I had to go out, sit down and catch my breath as I kept the panic attack for more than an hour.
To take my mind off the Spider Incident (lately there have been many incidents to record, huh?) I started taking the weeds off the baby palms I am nursing. Then went completely out and started replanting some old plants that were begging for some room. My aunt had a “botella” that I couldn’t get off the terracotta planter because it had squeezed itself to it… It was actually feeding from one root that peeked outside through the only hole in the pot. I had to pick up a hammer and smash the pot in order to grant freedom to the poor plant. I actually heard her screaming a big “Ahhhhhhhhhh”… I just imagined getting off a corset! :) Anyway, replanted the botella and now it looks happier. Cut some branches on other plants, repositioned others based on sun preference, and made auntie happy as I found 3 orchid plants that were blossomed. Wheeeeeeeee!
The day is so hot I was soaking in sweat. To cool down a little got a Malta and took some dry laundry inside… That’s just when I thought “Hmm, this itches, still pica-pica around?”. Took a bath and as I went outside again I realized I had placed the laundry over a red ant hill. You can bet my clothing was really itchy… Me and my luck, theres no respect not even in such a day as today…
Deciding that for some reason bugs are determined to attack me, I hanged a white flag outside my room. I surrender! Just leave me alone, you creepy crawlers! So, here I am, doing the safest thing I can do that wont leave me feeling like I need 5 tons of Inositol… Did some pc-scrapbooking, posted some pics… and now to watch some movies on TV. All the while, Groundel has been missing in action, his batteries offline. Oh, well… Hope he wakes up soon… I hope he’s not dead yet. :P
Kitties very happy, they have been with humans all these last days almost for whole days in itself… and they get happy because that is what they like… love, food, water, bathroom and companionship. Things to learn from cats: fuzz yourself with unfuzzing yourself.
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To take my mind off the Spider Incident (lately there have been many incidents to record, huh?) I started taking the weeds off the baby palms I am nursing. Then went completely out and started replanting some old plants that were begging for some room. My aunt had a “botella” that I couldn’t get off the terracotta planter because it had squeezed itself to it… It was actually feeding from one root that peeked outside through the only hole in the pot. I had to pick up a hammer and smash the pot in order to grant freedom to the poor plant. I actually heard her screaming a big “Ahhhhhhhhhh”… I just imagined getting off a corset! :) Anyway, replanted the botella and now it looks happier. Cut some branches on other plants, repositioned others based on sun preference, and made auntie happy as I found 3 orchid plants that were blossomed. Wheeeeeeeee!
The day is so hot I was soaking in sweat. To cool down a little got a Malta and took some dry laundry inside… That’s just when I thought “Hmm, this itches, still pica-pica around?”. Took a bath and as I went outside again I realized I had placed the laundry over a red ant hill. You can bet my clothing was really itchy… Me and my luck, theres no respect not even in such a day as today…
Deciding that for some reason bugs are determined to attack me, I hanged a white flag outside my room. I surrender! Just leave me alone, you creepy crawlers! So, here I am, doing the safest thing I can do that wont leave me feeling like I need 5 tons of Inositol… Did some pc-scrapbooking, posted some pics… and now to watch some movies on TV. All the while, Groundel has been missing in action, his batteries offline. Oh, well… Hope he wakes up soon… I hope he’s not dead yet. :P
Kitties very happy, they have been with humans all these last days almost for whole days in itself… and they get happy because that is what they like… love, food, water, bathroom and companionship. Things to learn from cats: fuzz yourself with unfuzzing yourself.
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
Trial
Me, Im still with cold & flu. But it should not matter as the Force runs strong within me... Auntie has fever and cold, but wont take medicines not even a friggin panadol. I try to help and I get curses as I was the one who brought sickness into this house, and she just wants me and everyone else to leave, cats included, since she is tired of serving and of everything. Ok... WTF?
Well, I should not be surprised with her stupidity, as when the drivers came over to bring the activity plants and they asked her about me she said I only liked being served, that I did absolutely nothing else. I felt offended because that is not the truth, but apparently that is all she seems to understand from my staying in this cursed house. It has not ocurred to her that perhaps I stay beause I dont want to leave her alone, beause she is 83, and I have seen the changes. No. I just stay so I am served. My kitties are confined in a room, but they are a bother anyway. I am confined to a room because in this house anything I say is wrong, but that is not the important thing...
I am tired and deeply hurt. She always thinks ill of me, and I am the only one who is always trying to help. So I am not the "hugs and kisses" type... Sorry, you raised me that way. You raised me being an emotional sponge that never shows feelings but that cares with all her heart. You raised me believing in core goodness, believing that even if the world doesnt see the good you do what matters is that you know you do... You raised me believing in being my best at all times, believing that I could do anything, believing that I could conquer any galaxy. And so I have deep feelings and emotions, artsy and creative... and I have an atunement with my surroundings that makes my heart break each time I see forests destroyed and animals killed for sport. You created me this way, aloof but real and there, a problem solver, altruistic, egotistical... but able to handle anything anytime... And you dare to say I do nothing in here, all I do is being served. She even ventured that I keep Groundel around me because he serves me.I will never forget those words. It is always the people who should know who you are who absolutely know nothing of you.
If I were the selfish bitch that everyone thinks I am, my wings would have taken me to Florida or California. I would be working within the arts area that I love so much, studying theatre, making scenographies... The day I was born was the same day Picasso died, what a cool idea... maybe my longing for artistic expression is due to the fact that I am his reencarnation... But I wont fill my ego so much with that thought... The important thing is I am a creative entity chained down because of duty. Duty, and love.
My only reason to stay in this cursed island is my aunt. I see no future for me in a place where everything is highly political and true talents are nothing. Here you need good palas to progress in life. It is who you are and who you know. My resume scares the shit off common people here, especially my bosses. My drive to keep on learning seems an oddity in an island where reggaeton, sex, beer and drugs are the most important thing in people's lives. My affinity with ecletic things and themes makes me an easy target for being considered a loony. So be it. I only stay because of my aunt, because I am all I am because of all the sacrifices she made for me while I was growing up.
She raised me. She studied with me. She made me take piano lessons (that sucked), sewing lessons, painting lessons. She made me learn the ways of high society, of ettiquette and finesse (which I would later on mock... and still mock as a matter of fact). Thanks to her I had beautiful dresses for the flower parades, and for my poetry contests. Thanks to her I kept on with the artsy drawing and painting obsession. Thanks to her I dreamed of getting a college degree because I wanted to keep the family business... the same one my uncle (a man that raised me believing that gender did not matter)sold because he could not see a woman in charge of the business. I promised myself I would have my own business, and that is still in the drawers... but I have not forgotten.
Thanks to her I have instruction and education. Thanks to her I have values and a heart. Thanks to her I am an iron hand, with no velvet glove. Overachiever, no one will make me shut up, no one will stand in my way, I still have so much to do... in the core, all fueled by her, by her life, by how women were subdued in the past, by how men take advantage of a woman's character... I learned much only by observing her... a tireless titan who always gave expeting nothing in return... and who is now bitter just beause of that. She had nothing in return. She made my uncle, and after 35 years of marriage he left her for a woman that is not even close to a shadow of who my aunt is. She raised my mother and my mother stole from her. She helped her brother and he stole from her as well. She took care of her mother, her father and her aunt until they died. And she took me in since my 4th birthday, to raise me as her own child. In truth I admire her, and I understand her bitterness, as in my short life I have felt something close to that... but in all I still have not lost my heart. And she has. And it makes me so sad...
I am angry at her, at what I call her stupid beliefs... at her stubborness... She will never acknowledge me for being right about anything... she doesn't let me help her... I feel bound. I cannot be a watcher, I am a woman of action not just words. And she just let me do that... watch and do nothing. Plus I must dig her insults... which have no other foundation than the anger she feels for everyone being thrown at me because I happen to be there. Nothing is ever fair. Especially for rightous women, espeially for us.
If she wants me to leave, I can leave. I have my house. I just have to wait one more month, to put light and move my stuff. And that will be that. But I am not the one that will be so affected by that change... I know she needs me, now more than ever. But her rage and rebelliousness makes her throw stones at me. And all I have left intact is my dignity. I am tired of being wounded for nothing. I just wished she saw the truth, at least just once.
Nothing is ever simple... nothing is black and white. Yet shades of grey get so confussed with the mists in my land...
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Well, I should not be surprised with her stupidity, as when the drivers came over to bring the activity plants and they asked her about me she said I only liked being served, that I did absolutely nothing else. I felt offended because that is not the truth, but apparently that is all she seems to understand from my staying in this cursed house. It has not ocurred to her that perhaps I stay beause I dont want to leave her alone, beause she is 83, and I have seen the changes. No. I just stay so I am served. My kitties are confined in a room, but they are a bother anyway. I am confined to a room because in this house anything I say is wrong, but that is not the important thing...
I am tired and deeply hurt. She always thinks ill of me, and I am the only one who is always trying to help. So I am not the "hugs and kisses" type... Sorry, you raised me that way. You raised me being an emotional sponge that never shows feelings but that cares with all her heart. You raised me believing in core goodness, believing that even if the world doesnt see the good you do what matters is that you know you do... You raised me believing in being my best at all times, believing that I could do anything, believing that I could conquer any galaxy. And so I have deep feelings and emotions, artsy and creative... and I have an atunement with my surroundings that makes my heart break each time I see forests destroyed and animals killed for sport. You created me this way, aloof but real and there, a problem solver, altruistic, egotistical... but able to handle anything anytime... And you dare to say I do nothing in here, all I do is being served. She even ventured that I keep Groundel around me because he serves me.I will never forget those words. It is always the people who should know who you are who absolutely know nothing of you.
If I were the selfish bitch that everyone thinks I am, my wings would have taken me to Florida or California. I would be working within the arts area that I love so much, studying theatre, making scenographies... The day I was born was the same day Picasso died, what a cool idea... maybe my longing for artistic expression is due to the fact that I am his reencarnation... But I wont fill my ego so much with that thought... The important thing is I am a creative entity chained down because of duty. Duty, and love.
My only reason to stay in this cursed island is my aunt. I see no future for me in a place where everything is highly political and true talents are nothing. Here you need good palas to progress in life. It is who you are and who you know. My resume scares the shit off common people here, especially my bosses. My drive to keep on learning seems an oddity in an island where reggaeton, sex, beer and drugs are the most important thing in people's lives. My affinity with ecletic things and themes makes me an easy target for being considered a loony. So be it. I only stay because of my aunt, because I am all I am because of all the sacrifices she made for me while I was growing up.
She raised me. She studied with me. She made me take piano lessons (that sucked), sewing lessons, painting lessons. She made me learn the ways of high society, of ettiquette and finesse (which I would later on mock... and still mock as a matter of fact). Thanks to her I had beautiful dresses for the flower parades, and for my poetry contests. Thanks to her I kept on with the artsy drawing and painting obsession. Thanks to her I dreamed of getting a college degree because I wanted to keep the family business... the same one my uncle (a man that raised me believing that gender did not matter)sold because he could not see a woman in charge of the business. I promised myself I would have my own business, and that is still in the drawers... but I have not forgotten.
Thanks to her I have instruction and education. Thanks to her I have values and a heart. Thanks to her I am an iron hand, with no velvet glove. Overachiever, no one will make me shut up, no one will stand in my way, I still have so much to do... in the core, all fueled by her, by her life, by how women were subdued in the past, by how men take advantage of a woman's character... I learned much only by observing her... a tireless titan who always gave expeting nothing in return... and who is now bitter just beause of that. She had nothing in return. She made my uncle, and after 35 years of marriage he left her for a woman that is not even close to a shadow of who my aunt is. She raised my mother and my mother stole from her. She helped her brother and he stole from her as well. She took care of her mother, her father and her aunt until they died. And she took me in since my 4th birthday, to raise me as her own child. In truth I admire her, and I understand her bitterness, as in my short life I have felt something close to that... but in all I still have not lost my heart. And she has. And it makes me so sad...
I am angry at her, at what I call her stupid beliefs... at her stubborness... She will never acknowledge me for being right about anything... she doesn't let me help her... I feel bound. I cannot be a watcher, I am a woman of action not just words. And she just let me do that... watch and do nothing. Plus I must dig her insults... which have no other foundation than the anger she feels for everyone being thrown at me because I happen to be there. Nothing is ever fair. Especially for rightous women, espeially for us.
If she wants me to leave, I can leave. I have my house. I just have to wait one more month, to put light and move my stuff. And that will be that. But I am not the one that will be so affected by that change... I know she needs me, now more than ever. But her rage and rebelliousness makes her throw stones at me. And all I have left intact is my dignity. I am tired of being wounded for nothing. I just wished she saw the truth, at least just once.
Nothing is ever simple... nothing is black and white. Yet shades of grey get so confussed with the mists in my land...
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Good ? Week...
Crappy days, and the song plays on and on and on...
Well, a call woke me up on Monday's morning. A co-worker who needed some help getting to the net... And I agreed to meet with her in the afternoon... How naive I was... As I hanged up, another call came through. Groundel asked me to pick him up at his college because he was not feeling well.
Well... not feeling well turned into a shaking diabetic shock. For the rest of the evening and night tried to help him get better, his legs were not working properly and the pains, fever and chills appeared then vanished then reappeared again. He had to stay the night at aunties since in his condition it would have been insane to let him go to a lightless-waterless place.
Tuesday things didn’t get better and although the boy didn’t want to go to the hospital because he has no medical plan, I made him go. So, from Tuesday 6pm to Wednesday 10am Groundel was stranded at the hospital, with his culito hole smaller than ever as he strongly believed he was gonna loose his legs… Men are babies! Anyway… I stayed until 10pm, then went back for two hours during the night. As I arrived in the morning he told me they had stabilized his sugar with 2 insulin shots, they ran tests and the pain in his right leg is due to celulitis… a new one in his malady list… Besides that, everything else is fine. I just don’t wanna see that hospital bill… But if he had not gone then there would have been worst consequences.
People around me don’t take their diabetes seriously, and that pisses me off. Both Groundel and Popu need to stop the complaints and start taking their illness as a serious fact of their lives. I am not perfect in doing that, but I am aware at all times of how I am and what I need and I stray from letting myself go to extents that may endanger me further. Guys, you both need to put on the gloves and work on the matter! I wanna see you around when I’m 120 years old. Got it? End of speech.
Besides the Groundel’s Incident, I have been parallely sick… Been hold together by Dologesic and willpower. Well, seems that at least the constant fever broke and now I am left with the coughing/running nose issue… Too used to it by now… Weather doesn’t help. The worst is that auntie caught it from me… I am the entity of bad luck and illness in the family… I accept my throne. Now, shut up and let me sleep!
Ummm... did I mentioned I forgot my co-worker's meeting on Monday's afternoon? I hope she doesn't take it personal... I honestly forgot about her with all this... I was too worried about Groundel. Sue me.
Anyway... Finally had the time to check the post office... Bills, more bills... And, taddaaaaaaaaaaa! Got Karah’s card. Thanks, girl! You even made me misty-eyed! (And that is not an easy task!) :)
Haven’t heard from Coriolis ever since Sat. Hope that no one killed him or something… after all he owes me a visit. ;)
Lucinda is venturing on the blog silliness. Check out her Raven Endlessness!
No further plans right now. Too tired, too yucky. Hope that the sun will truly shine tomorrow.
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Well, a call woke me up on Monday's morning. A co-worker who needed some help getting to the net... And I agreed to meet with her in the afternoon... How naive I was... As I hanged up, another call came through. Groundel asked me to pick him up at his college because he was not feeling well.
Well... not feeling well turned into a shaking diabetic shock. For the rest of the evening and night tried to help him get better, his legs were not working properly and the pains, fever and chills appeared then vanished then reappeared again. He had to stay the night at aunties since in his condition it would have been insane to let him go to a lightless-waterless place.
Tuesday things didn’t get better and although the boy didn’t want to go to the hospital because he has no medical plan, I made him go. So, from Tuesday 6pm to Wednesday 10am Groundel was stranded at the hospital, with his culito hole smaller than ever as he strongly believed he was gonna loose his legs… Men are babies! Anyway… I stayed until 10pm, then went back for two hours during the night. As I arrived in the morning he told me they had stabilized his sugar with 2 insulin shots, they ran tests and the pain in his right leg is due to celulitis… a new one in his malady list… Besides that, everything else is fine. I just don’t wanna see that hospital bill… But if he had not gone then there would have been worst consequences.
People around me don’t take their diabetes seriously, and that pisses me off. Both Groundel and Popu need to stop the complaints and start taking their illness as a serious fact of their lives. I am not perfect in doing that, but I am aware at all times of how I am and what I need and I stray from letting myself go to extents that may endanger me further. Guys, you both need to put on the gloves and work on the matter! I wanna see you around when I’m 120 years old. Got it? End of speech.
Besides the Groundel’s Incident, I have been parallely sick… Been hold together by Dologesic and willpower. Well, seems that at least the constant fever broke and now I am left with the coughing/running nose issue… Too used to it by now… Weather doesn’t help. The worst is that auntie caught it from me… I am the entity of bad luck and illness in the family… I accept my throne. Now, shut up and let me sleep!
Ummm... did I mentioned I forgot my co-worker's meeting on Monday's afternoon? I hope she doesn't take it personal... I honestly forgot about her with all this... I was too worried about Groundel. Sue me.
Anyway... Finally had the time to check the post office... Bills, more bills... And, taddaaaaaaaaaaa! Got Karah’s card. Thanks, girl! You even made me misty-eyed! (And that is not an easy task!) :)
Haven’t heard from Coriolis ever since Sat. Hope that no one killed him or something… after all he owes me a visit. ;)
Lucinda is venturing on the blog silliness. Check out her Raven Endlessness!
No further plans right now. Too tired, too yucky. Hope that the sun will truly shine tomorrow.
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Sunday, April 09, 2006
Harvest moon strikes back
Soooooo... Today the plan was to go to my house and do some cleanup of the surrounding areas... They were showing 5th Element, and so for the 20something time watched the movie (I'm a sucker for Milla, sue me for that). When it was over Tomb Raider 2 was next but didn't felt like watching Lara Croft, so down to Lucinda's we went... Oh, Lulu gave me a call to wish me a happy late bday. Cute moment of the day. :)
We arrived just in time, as Lucinda was finishing up her laundry and the kids were finishing up their mayhem... sort of... A hint of rain traed behind us, but that didn't stop us from reaching my house. Over there Groundel and Lucinda took care of the piles of leaves and branches left by my uncle. Diego and Barbie helped me with the leaves, rocks and earth that layed burying half the road that heads towards the back...
Memorable moment of the day: Just as I finished loading the carretilla and yelled to Groundel so he would push it and throw the debris on the assigned spot, Lucinda thought she was She-Hulk or something and decided that if Groundel could lift the carretilla so could she... It all tripped to the side, everything falling off the carretilla... Way to go, She-Hulk! ;) No harm done. Yup, we learned some appreciation for Groundel's strenght. Guess that women DO need a manly man every now and then... (And I refuse to repeat that).
So, side of road was left almost done, and leaves debri was almost completely packed. All that is left is the rear part of the earth/stones/weeds and the pile of branches and debris that my uncle made in the front of the back door. That should be homework for the week...
Left the 20 uvas playeras in the front of the house, should try planting them tomorrow during the afternoon if it doesnt rain too early. Hopefully noone will steal the plants... LOL Well, people do miss the fact that they are given for free at Recursos Naturales... Whatever. Need to get cement to throw a thin layer over the front side, leavingjust the space for the uvas playeras to grow. And need to get some weed killer, so I spray the rocky side getting it ready for trinitarias.
Tired. Got a runny nose, so keeping upwith tradition I should acept that I am sick... still in denial because of all the things I want to do...
Anyway, got to continue my sleeping chronicles... Lucinda and Groundel: Thanks for the help. I could atually DO NOTHING if I didn't have you around.:) Also my thanks to Karah, her words always brings a smile to my face.
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We arrived just in time, as Lucinda was finishing up her laundry and the kids were finishing up their mayhem... sort of... A hint of rain traed behind us, but that didn't stop us from reaching my house. Over there Groundel and Lucinda took care of the piles of leaves and branches left by my uncle. Diego and Barbie helped me with the leaves, rocks and earth that layed burying half the road that heads towards the back...
Memorable moment of the day: Just as I finished loading the carretilla and yelled to Groundel so he would push it and throw the debris on the assigned spot, Lucinda thought she was She-Hulk or something and decided that if Groundel could lift the carretilla so could she... It all tripped to the side, everything falling off the carretilla... Way to go, She-Hulk! ;) No harm done. Yup, we learned some appreciation for Groundel's strenght. Guess that women DO need a manly man every now and then... (And I refuse to repeat that).
So, side of road was left almost done, and leaves debri was almost completely packed. All that is left is the rear part of the earth/stones/weeds and the pile of branches and debris that my uncle made in the front of the back door. That should be homework for the week...
Left the 20 uvas playeras in the front of the house, should try planting them tomorrow during the afternoon if it doesnt rain too early. Hopefully noone will steal the plants... LOL Well, people do miss the fact that they are given for free at Recursos Naturales... Whatever. Need to get cement to throw a thin layer over the front side, leavingjust the space for the uvas playeras to grow. And need to get some weed killer, so I spray the rocky side getting it ready for trinitarias.
Tired. Got a runny nose, so keeping upwith tradition I should acept that I am sick... still in denial because of all the things I want to do...
Anyway, got to continue my sleeping chronicles... Lucinda and Groundel: Thanks for the help. I could atually DO NOTHING if I didn't have you around.:) Also my thanks to Karah, her words always brings a smile to my face.
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Saturday, April 08, 2006
Birthday
My b-day… Not much to say about it. Took auntie to Sams and supermarket… then visited Lucinda who did a shitty looking flan that tasted like coffee heaven. ? Got calls from Groundel and Coriolis, and messages from Candi, Joe, and daddy. I guess not so bad… the day is almost finished. Drained, a bit sad, not much hopeful… but hanging on.
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At the top of the stairs is a locked room
my secret chamber that no outsider views
for entry is forbidden prohibited
Behind this door is my other self
not a picture in a frame nor a fresh disguise
but my other self
immoblie inert and sanguine
My narcissus kisses exhale crimson breath
and pump ruby to the lip
I stand before myself not Jekyll nor Hyde
not sibling nor twin seperated at birth
I stand before myself unaccountable
I dreamt that I had feet of clay
I dreamt I crossed the seven seas
and when I woke not knowing
I knew I led the double life
All I ever needed is twice removed
I spit in my bile in an airless temper
in this vacuum a vampire reversed
This one who breathes life into me
and even dull mirrors reflect the tarnished twosome
I stand before myself not another me
Not D?eganger nor witless clone
I stand before myself unrepentant
I dreamt of sin and aftermath
I dreamt of centuries laid bare
and when I woke not knowing
I knew I led the double life
-Siouxie & the Banshees, the double life
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At the top of the stairs is a locked room
my secret chamber that no outsider views
for entry is forbidden prohibited
Behind this door is my other self
not a picture in a frame nor a fresh disguise
but my other self
immoblie inert and sanguine
My narcissus kisses exhale crimson breath
and pump ruby to the lip
I stand before myself not Jekyll nor Hyde
not sibling nor twin seperated at birth
I stand before myself unaccountable
I dreamt that I had feet of clay
I dreamt I crossed the seven seas
and when I woke not knowing
I knew I led the double life
All I ever needed is twice removed
I spit in my bile in an airless temper
in this vacuum a vampire reversed
This one who breathes life into me
and even dull mirrors reflect the tarnished twosome
I stand before myself not another me
Not D?eganger nor witless clone
I stand before myself unrepentant
I dreamt of sin and aftermath
I dreamt of centuries laid bare
and when I woke not knowing
I knew I led the double life
-Siouxie & the Banshees, the double life
Friday, April 07, 2006
Busy? Me? Nah!
Ok… things done today:
-Decorated for two baby showers
-Computer support
-Prepared layout & salad for lunch sale
-Went to pay IRS
-Took auntie to bank
-Back at work in time for friggin showers
-Front desk while sending messages tied to secretaries thing
-Ate cake
4:30… The free week has officially begun. Wheeeee!
Tonight’s plans:
Movie
WNTW
SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Any questions?
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-Decorated for two baby showers
-Computer support
-Prepared layout & salad for lunch sale
-Went to pay IRS
-Took auntie to bank
-Back at work in time for friggin showers
-Front desk while sending messages tied to secretaries thing
-Ate cake
4:30… The free week has officially begun. Wheeeee!
Tonight’s plans:
Movie
WNTW
SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Any questions?
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Wherever I may roam
...and the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
...and with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will
But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one
...and my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will
But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
But i'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam
Wherever I may roam
-Metallica, Wherever I may roam
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
...and with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will
But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
...and the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one
...and my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will
But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
But i'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere
Anywhere I may roam
Where I lay my head is home
Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam
Wherever I may roam
-Metallica, Wherever I may roam
Mother Nature having a ball
Or so it seems... LOL Another hectic day. I woke up pretty late, at 7am. I actually thought it was Saturday, and planned on catching more Z’s, but my aunt woke me up screaming as usual. I broke my bathing-having breakfast-feeding kitties record as I was in my car and ready to go by 7:30. Arrived on time for the 8am signup, and ran to my office to finish up the secretaries flyer. I also made contact for the music, a 6-musicians-group from Hormigueros, that will only charge $300 for two hours, which is very good. By 10:30am I had done that, had sent the flyers via outlook to each zone, then customized the flyers for the secretaries and send those as a secretarial bunch. Got some emails of actual computer problems, but one was already solved and the other two need me to go onsite so they are on the waiting line. Bothered the drivers so they would take me to get the coffee trees, and their boss agreed to do that during the afternoon. From 11to midday went asking people one by one about which menu they will dig in the activity, as well as asking for the money they all owe. Some paid, some promised. I will make another round tomorrow.
Lulu invited me to go pick up some Chinese at lunch, and so we also went to Pitusa to get some baby stuff for the 2 baby showers taking place on Friday… Oh, yes, that is in charge of a very eclectic group whose members have been nagging me almost daily this week asking for my opinions on everything (as if I actually cared). It is funny how I say yes or no or u-hum them without actually looking and they actually think I am responding their questions… By midday today somehow answering the dilemma of displaying the stuff that had to be put somewhere else but a box landed me in the middle of the “putting everything together” on Thursday afternoon… translating to “You have been the giver of godly ideas, now that we have gathered the offerings please put everything together tomorrow afternoon by waving your magic wand of wonders, thank you”. So… Tomorrow afternoon I will have to make a pyramid display for baby stuff that should be hot glued into it and wrapped in transparent paper… and cover some walls with baby blue tablecloth mimicking a sky, place cotton mats as 3-D clouds and hang the cigueña somewhere in the ceiling… As if I had nothing better to do…
But enough of tomorrow, back to today… The drivers took me to RUM to go get the baby trees. One of the guys there answered many questions that I made about planting and stuff… Anyway, he gave me a bush that should give a red-colored flower the color of my hair. Awwww, how thoughtful… ;) Since one of the drivers wanted an orange tree, we also went to the RUM nursery and he got those. I saw some caimito, corazon, guayaba, aguacate, limon dulce and Tahiti orange (seedless) trees that I definitively want to get later on. Anyway, we had to go take the plants to my aunt’s house so I take care of them in the meanwhile… Sooooo… We delivered the trees, auntie made some remarks that will give the drivers plenty of material to bother me for at least a month… Noel got his ivy plant as a bonus and we all went back to the office happily… Almost time to go, so it was a matter of putting all the mess away and signing my exit. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I am very sleepy, and the rain makes that even more less tolerable. Guess that today I will go to bed by 8pm… I am drained and need some energy. The week is not over yet, plenty to do between tomorrow and Friday… Tomorrow need to do the reports for my IT boss, and to go get peoples money. In the afternoon will decorate for the baby shower. On Friday morning I need to go get the fans & dominoes at San Sebastián. In the afternoon there is the activity reunion at 1pm, and the baby shower at 3pm. I will be very happy at 4:30pm, as the week ahead will be only for MY projects, DAMNIT!
Do I have time to even think? Nah. And it somehow pleases me… I don’t really have plans for Saturday. I guess we will end up gathering at Lucinda’s in the night, but nothing else is concrete. Haven’t heard from the contractor and since I’ve had no time to all him big deal… Groundel reached 12th level on the Sims, now surfing the Biodome (looks really cool). Hope Lucinda makes the chocolate mint flancocho or coffee flan… :D Don’t know if anyone else is mad at me or something. Whatever. There will be another pool party, this time on the 15th at Graciela’s place. And the voices say that everyone will dance in the tube… LOL Sure… They wish…
Ok, gotta get kitty food. They are looking at me in a very funny way…
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Lulu invited me to go pick up some Chinese at lunch, and so we also went to Pitusa to get some baby stuff for the 2 baby showers taking place on Friday… Oh, yes, that is in charge of a very eclectic group whose members have been nagging me almost daily this week asking for my opinions on everything (as if I actually cared). It is funny how I say yes or no or u-hum them without actually looking and they actually think I am responding their questions… By midday today somehow answering the dilemma of displaying the stuff that had to be put somewhere else but a box landed me in the middle of the “putting everything together” on Thursday afternoon… translating to “You have been the giver of godly ideas, now that we have gathered the offerings please put everything together tomorrow afternoon by waving your magic wand of wonders, thank you”. So… Tomorrow afternoon I will have to make a pyramid display for baby stuff that should be hot glued into it and wrapped in transparent paper… and cover some walls with baby blue tablecloth mimicking a sky, place cotton mats as 3-D clouds and hang the cigueña somewhere in the ceiling… As if I had nothing better to do…
But enough of tomorrow, back to today… The drivers took me to RUM to go get the baby trees. One of the guys there answered many questions that I made about planting and stuff… Anyway, he gave me a bush that should give a red-colored flower the color of my hair. Awwww, how thoughtful… ;) Since one of the drivers wanted an orange tree, we also went to the RUM nursery and he got those. I saw some caimito, corazon, guayaba, aguacate, limon dulce and Tahiti orange (seedless) trees that I definitively want to get later on. Anyway, we had to go take the plants to my aunt’s house so I take care of them in the meanwhile… Sooooo… We delivered the trees, auntie made some remarks that will give the drivers plenty of material to bother me for at least a month… Noel got his ivy plant as a bonus and we all went back to the office happily… Almost time to go, so it was a matter of putting all the mess away and signing my exit. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I am very sleepy, and the rain makes that even more less tolerable. Guess that today I will go to bed by 8pm… I am drained and need some energy. The week is not over yet, plenty to do between tomorrow and Friday… Tomorrow need to do the reports for my IT boss, and to go get peoples money. In the afternoon will decorate for the baby shower. On Friday morning I need to go get the fans & dominoes at San Sebastián. In the afternoon there is the activity reunion at 1pm, and the baby shower at 3pm. I will be very happy at 4:30pm, as the week ahead will be only for MY projects, DAMNIT!
Do I have time to even think? Nah. And it somehow pleases me… I don’t really have plans for Saturday. I guess we will end up gathering at Lucinda’s in the night, but nothing else is concrete. Haven’t heard from the contractor and since I’ve had no time to all him big deal… Groundel reached 12th level on the Sims, now surfing the Biodome (looks really cool). Hope Lucinda makes the chocolate mint flancocho or coffee flan… :D Don’t know if anyone else is mad at me or something. Whatever. There will be another pool party, this time on the 15th at Graciela’s place. And the voices say that everyone will dance in the tube… LOL Sure… They wish…
Ok, gotta get kitty food. They are looking at me in a very funny way…
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Got Babies! Got Babies! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Well, today was like being at a girls scout jamboree or something. In the morning I did work hard in the office to make the friggin secretaries invitations. I had to take the cd to college so a friend would print them out later in the afternoon. After the delivery, went with a co-worker to the Natural Resources office within RUM. She had spoken to one of its employees and they would give us coffee trees so we can give one to every secretary. Cool. Tomorrow I must go with a driver to gather those, as well as some other trees that we plan to give away. The coolest thing about that visit was the realization that plants in there are given free of charge to the public. I filled my car with 5 yellow robles, 5 ucares, 5 Washingtonian palms, 5 palms with leaves as fingers, 2 red flamboyanes and 20 uvas playeras. Wheeee! Talk about going druidic! I plan to get 40 more uvas playeras and 10 more robles to plant around the house.
After that, went with drivers to San Sebastian. Idalia was in her car, and showing us the way via infamous Road 108. Ahhhh, beautiful panoramic landscapes and views... Ewww, too many bent roads that can make you sick any minute. After a whole hour (using the main road it takes 40 minutes, mind you) we finally arrived at San Sebastián. Went to give the deposit at the Hacienda, petted a cabrita that reminded me of the infamous "Cabrita Incident" at Animal Kingdom, then Idalia took us hand-fan hunting at the town's main street. The locals knew we were some weird kind of tourists. Too many stares and politeness towards us. LOL Small towns are cozy, and they definitively go with the Porta Del Sol tourism techniques. Puerto Rio somos todos. LOL Well, got a deal for the old-fashioned femme hand fans, and Im still looking for gifts for the few secretarial males. The quest goes on. Arrived way after 5pm at work's parking, but the small voyage was a breeze. It's allways a delight to go anywhere with the drivers.
At home had to cook... ermmm... make sandwiches, since there was no food on the fridge. Damn... And I have no cash to buy anything at all. Whatever. The car is also asking for oil, and seems the water something needs repair. Plus the tire boots need change. I need at least 500 to cover that... Guess I'll have to go to the Comercio street or something...
Got a call from LS. She gave some directions to Groundel so he an try hunting for what seems a fair part time job. Thanks, LS, very thoughtful of you. ;)
Lucinda wanted robles, so gotta let her know she should go to RUM and get them for free. Encouraging the lass to make her house pretty, and keep it that way. Yay!
Seems that with the trees and paint and doing some of the activity mementos my Holy Week will be full. Well, not bad. I wont have nothing to do, and it all will be cashless action. Another Yay! ;)
Kitties sleeping, and I should follow the example. Too much action, not so young anymore you know... Right!
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After that, went with drivers to San Sebastian. Idalia was in her car, and showing us the way via infamous Road 108. Ahhhh, beautiful panoramic landscapes and views... Ewww, too many bent roads that can make you sick any minute. After a whole hour (using the main road it takes 40 minutes, mind you) we finally arrived at San Sebastián. Went to give the deposit at the Hacienda, petted a cabrita that reminded me of the infamous "Cabrita Incident" at Animal Kingdom, then Idalia took us hand-fan hunting at the town's main street. The locals knew we were some weird kind of tourists. Too many stares and politeness towards us. LOL Small towns are cozy, and they definitively go with the Porta Del Sol tourism techniques. Puerto Rio somos todos. LOL Well, got a deal for the old-fashioned femme hand fans, and Im still looking for gifts for the few secretarial males. The quest goes on. Arrived way after 5pm at work's parking, but the small voyage was a breeze. It's allways a delight to go anywhere with the drivers.
At home had to cook... ermmm... make sandwiches, since there was no food on the fridge. Damn... And I have no cash to buy anything at all. Whatever. The car is also asking for oil, and seems the water something needs repair. Plus the tire boots need change. I need at least 500 to cover that... Guess I'll have to go to the Comercio street or something...
Got a call from LS. She gave some directions to Groundel so he an try hunting for what seems a fair part time job. Thanks, LS, very thoughtful of you. ;)
Lucinda wanted robles, so gotta let her know she should go to RUM and get them for free. Encouraging the lass to make her house pretty, and keep it that way. Yay!
Seems that with the trees and paint and doing some of the activity mementos my Holy Week will be full. Well, not bad. I wont have nothing to do, and it all will be cashless action. Another Yay! ;)
Kitties sleeping, and I should follow the example. Too much action, not so young anymore you know... Right!
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Monday, April 03, 2006
Harvest Moon?
Birthday week began. I am completely drained and exhausted from a hellish weekend of physical labor (not the one you imagine PERVERTS). Been playing Harvest Moon, the live episodes, on Saturday and Sunday. The first one at Lucinda’s, planting the palm trees in the worst ground I have seen… and yesterday at my home… trying to put away some debris that lays in the way but that is made of earth, stones and cement. Lovely effort. As rain started to pour down I had to quit the motion, and getting inside the house I witnessed the lovely falls that I have in my stairs… I was beyond mad and pissed, for several reasons. Whatever. At least a little bit was done, hopefully next week I will do a whole bit more in Sat and Sun. Want to have a clean way so cars can go further to the back. Called the contrator and left him a pissed message as well. Hope to find him during the day today. Happy happy joy joy.
Gotta work on the invitations and flyers for the secretary week thinguie. This week had a bad jumpstart and I foresee that will be full of bruises and bad behavior.
Lovely.
I’m also in blunt and no “hairs in my tongue” mode. So, watch-out WORLD. Not in kind, gentle and thoughtful state. I’m quite angry and bitter and too stressed for my own good. At work, this is the last big thing I do, they definitively do not deserve my efforts. Next job will be a paid thing, I am tired of doing my best for free. At home been cleaning and putting what I can in my house. Wanna start making it mine. That’s the plan, painting the walls with murals. Been looking for gothic designs and ideas and something is coming up. Inspiration always comes in times of trouble...
So… Tired, beat, mad… the usual with a spoonful of sugar.
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Gotta work on the invitations and flyers for the secretary week thinguie. This week had a bad jumpstart and I foresee that will be full of bruises and bad behavior.
Lovely.
I’m also in blunt and no “hairs in my tongue” mode. So, watch-out WORLD. Not in kind, gentle and thoughtful state. I’m quite angry and bitter and too stressed for my own good. At work, this is the last big thing I do, they definitively do not deserve my efforts. Next job will be a paid thing, I am tired of doing my best for free. At home been cleaning and putting what I can in my house. Wanna start making it mine. That’s the plan, painting the walls with murals. Been looking for gothic designs and ideas and something is coming up. Inspiration always comes in times of trouble...
So… Tired, beat, mad… the usual with a spoonful of sugar.
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
Tears in heaven
I was not aware until now that a dear friend is going through a rough time. Someone very dear to him passed away without his notice. So, this one seemed appropiate... with all my respect. I know what she meant for you, and I deeply hope you find your peace soon.
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.
Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.
Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please, begging please.
Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.
-Eric Clapton, Tears in Heaven
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.
Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven.
Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please, begging please.
Beyond the door,
There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven.
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.
-Eric Clapton, Tears in Heaven
Land of Hell and then some strawberry fields
Lesson of the day:
Our ancestors placed a great value on earth because they worked it, they knew it, they helped it and depended on Earth’s whims to survive. In todays world that seems out of place, and yet… if you do take the time to feel the earth running through your fingers, then you will KNOW the greatest of the secrets from our elders… For it is Earth who brings us nourishing and a promise of a new day.
Back to the scheduled programming...
Friday night was lonesome, but I guess that it is what I needed because I was friggin drained from a week of full impact. By 9pm I was asleep. Woke up today nearly at midday with batteries recharged, eager to do something... anything. Well... Began by taking all boxes that could be in my house aside, cleaning the space they had taken at auntie's and then atually taking them over there. In the house, seems the contractor was there but didnt fix things as water was still filtering. Ok, so after that, passed by to see what Lucinda was planning for the day, turned out we all had an appointment at big W. Ok... got the garden tools, went back to aunties to load gas and then to Lucindas place, where a gardening adventure still unfolds. She needed to dig 4 holes for some palms she left rotting in water from last week, so between Groundel and me we digged and digged and digged the friggin stoney earth from Hell that she has for ground at her place... The sun went out, and the 4 palms happily greeted the night. Well, the reward was a homey meal, followed by the friggin cheesecake that I wanted so badly and a really nice strawberry frappe. At 11pm I went back home.
I am exhausted, arms & legs & back are killing me... And the story wont be over. Tomorrow I shall take Groundel to the laundry so he takes care of his clothing, then gotta load some tables and stuff at aunties so I take them to my house. Then, if there is no rain, will clean up the leaves and dead weeds that uncle has left in the back... there are some nasty 4 piles of natural debri plus concrete debri and other trash from the old owners... So... The day ahead seems full already. Fun, huh?
Well, no cash for movies or for food gatherings, so I guess at least this hard work will keep me entertained... Whatever. Gotta run to my bed, Morpheus is calling.
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Our ancestors placed a great value on earth because they worked it, they knew it, they helped it and depended on Earth’s whims to survive. In todays world that seems out of place, and yet… if you do take the time to feel the earth running through your fingers, then you will KNOW the greatest of the secrets from our elders… For it is Earth who brings us nourishing and a promise of a new day.
Back to the scheduled programming...
Friday night was lonesome, but I guess that it is what I needed because I was friggin drained from a week of full impact. By 9pm I was asleep. Woke up today nearly at midday with batteries recharged, eager to do something... anything. Well... Began by taking all boxes that could be in my house aside, cleaning the space they had taken at auntie's and then atually taking them over there. In the house, seems the contractor was there but didnt fix things as water was still filtering. Ok, so after that, passed by to see what Lucinda was planning for the day, turned out we all had an appointment at big W. Ok... got the garden tools, went back to aunties to load gas and then to Lucindas place, where a gardening adventure still unfolds. She needed to dig 4 holes for some palms she left rotting in water from last week, so between Groundel and me we digged and digged and digged the friggin stoney earth from Hell that she has for ground at her place... The sun went out, and the 4 palms happily greeted the night. Well, the reward was a homey meal, followed by the friggin cheesecake that I wanted so badly and a really nice strawberry frappe. At 11pm I went back home.
I am exhausted, arms & legs & back are killing me... And the story wont be over. Tomorrow I shall take Groundel to the laundry so he takes care of his clothing, then gotta load some tables and stuff at aunties so I take them to my house. Then, if there is no rain, will clean up the leaves and dead weeds that uncle has left in the back... there are some nasty 4 piles of natural debri plus concrete debri and other trash from the old owners... So... The day ahead seems full already. Fun, huh?
Well, no cash for movies or for food gatherings, so I guess at least this hard work will keep me entertained... Whatever. Gotta run to my bed, Morpheus is calling.
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