BORN ON THIS DAY:

Buddha, founder of Buddhism (563 BC)

Harvey Cushing, brain surgeon (1869)

Sonja Henie, ice skater and actor (1912)

David Rittenhouse, clockmaker, mathematician, and astronomer (1732)

Jim "Catfish" Hunter, baseball player (1946)

Viv, Artiste and Techie... yup, me! (1973)


ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:


1652: Cape Town in South Africa is founded by Jan van Riebeeck as a supply post for the Dutch East India Company.

1973: Spanish painter and sculptor Pablo Picasso dies at his villa in France at age 91.

1974: In Atlanta, Georgia, baseball great Hank Aaron hits his 715th career home run, breaking the record previously held by Babe Ruth.

1990: Ryan White, the U.S. teenager whose battle with AIDS promoted public understanding of the disease, dies at 18.

1992: Yasir Arafat, leader of the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO), survives a plane crash in the Sahara Desert; the plane's three crew members perished.


ABOUT ARIES:
Aries (astrology), the first sign of the zodiac, symbolized by the ram. People whose birthdays fall between March 21 and April 19 are said to be born under the sun sign of Aries. According to astrologers, Aries, a fire sign, is ruled by the planet Mars.

Astrologers believe that Arians have assertive, pioneering, competitive, and courageous natures. Arians are said to have strong senses of self, and to frequently be selfish. Arians tend to behave in headstrong, impulsive, sometimes foolhardy ways. Although they anger quickly, they get over their anger quickly and do not hold grudges. Astrologers consider many Arians to be natural athletes and to be drawn to physical activity.

Because of the sign's association with the planet Mars (named for the ancient Roman god of war), people born under it are said to like danger and risk. According to astrologers, adventure appeals to Arians, and their natural gift for plunging into projects and activities with gusto can make them successful leaders and good at motivating others. Professions associated with Aries include medicine, especially surgery; the military; manufacturing, especially involving metal or heavy machinery; sports; carpentry; and engineering.


ANOTHER HOROSCOPE:
Aries
March 20 - April 18

"Dear Aries, you're looking forward to making a fresh new start. Your intellect is working in harmony with your intuition. Your mind is clearer and more focused than it once was, and you're thinking in terms of expanding your horizons and creating new career opportunities for yourself. You're feeling passionate about life, ready to face just about anything. The only challenge I see right now is that you need to remain grounded in reality. "

Hmmm... At least closer to my reality... LOL


"You may find that your love life feels a little like walking through sticky toffee. The position of the heavenly bodies means that you are not sure what to make of the signals you are receiving from your sweetheart. They could be interpreted either way, which is making you very insecure. Perhaps it would be better if you stopped trying, and for the time being concentrate on having fun. "

Riiiiiiight...

"Some rather disturbing dreams could leave you with uncomfortable apprehensions that you don't understand. Write down your dreams, then try to analyze the symbols. You'll probably find that these dreams are only emotional detritus from the past. Today you could seek escape from the real world by reading or watching thrillers, or you might want to try a new pastime, which is unusual and perhaps risky. Be careful! Don't limit yourself, but don't get reckless."

What a stupid horoscope...

Thursday, April 8th
6:00 AM
I WAS BORN!

So, HAPPY BIRTHADY TO MEEEEEEE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE
HAPPY BDAY, HAPPY BDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE!
YIIIPEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

BTW, I HAVE NO PHONE, lovely PRTC disconnected me yesterday... So, no phone, no internet chatting nights, no blah blah until I can pay... Jajajah, that's something...

Hate being off cyberspace!

In the meantime, communicate via emails to my lovely hivequeen2000@yahoo.com or to v_rivera_pr@yahoo.com.

This birthday sucks...

Work was slow, sort of. I was gonna take this week free but since last week's sickness I wanted to install computers before everything piled up... Big deal... Anyway could not do anything because now there was a change of plans from the computer's headquarters. So... I was left playing Inspector Gadget on a program mystery, solved it... Tomorrow to Aguadilla, they will have some munchies... Buahahahahahah.

Will take Wed-Thu free, plus next Mon and Tue. Gotta do the taxes, gotta do the masks and the charriots. And gotta clean up. The kitties have been havoking lately. LOL

Sunday, sunday... Cats jumping in my head, cats opening the closet, cats breaking a glass, cats running in circles, cats dancing in the moonlight... CATS!!!

Yes, they woke me up, several times... Grrrrrr

Saturday... stii sick but better... looking for some ebay deals... getting a grasp of real things... A big no shredded nothingness, but I guess the seriousness of it has faded away. More focus on my goals now... Ghosts beware!

Ok, so my Mutant Misadventures continue...

I am *still* sick... Been sick ever since Saturday and have not been able to go to work... So, at home, stranded, coughing, bodyaching, feverish, having weird dreamscapes episodes... And it is Wednesday afternoon and I FINALLY got to load the entire Artiste and Techie site of mine... Go take a look so you can see part of my artistic abilities (painting, drawing, sketching and digi creations).
http://www.geocities.com/v_rivera_pr

On other things, been trying for months to load the comments thinguie so you guys can comment on my writings but no use... KARAAAAA!!!!!! HELP!!!! Been trying to use what u sent me months ago, but for this I may be too dumb I guess... So, LadyRymmer, if you are reading this, send me an email explaining DUMBPROOF the how to... or I'll give up... WaaaaaaWaaaaaWaaaaa

Still, the Dress Saga continues... Ladies of the bridesmaid kind... Please, pleeeeease... Can't we all just work together? LOL

Big fight, One month deadline. If things doesn't change Hell will coe to Earth and DemiGods will die.

Gotta rest.

10-4

Ok... This has been Hazardous week, a Feast on Insanity and Pain... May Lady Loviatar rejoyce from the caverns where she dwells!

Monday was off, slavery to the industrial priests but besides that government freaks are left to be free for a day... How nice... I'm misty eyed...

Tuesday and Wedneday... Traveled to Aguadilla, gave some computer support, my back, arm and neck are positively there as I really do feel them...

Thursday... Paperwork in my den, trying not to move much but still having some issues...

Friday, back to Aguadilla... The whoke day up and down. hate the elevator so taking stairs way... so theres the pains increase and my alter ego of 90 years old laments that I dont have a wheelchair... Ah! Prime of youth! The 20s left me trashed, even if I dont smoke or drink... Guess that even up-all-night-studying can ak for a toll...

Saturday... well, hopefully will contact the Lady of the Cake so I am certain there will be a cake for the big event... If u dont know what event, boy, you are REALLY misguided!

Got to visit El Calvo, been around a month or more...

Ask for Monday off, got to try and do the centerpieces for the event, again... You better know what event. If not... I'm neeeveeeer gonnna teeeeeeeellllllll...

I am not sleepy, hate the tired but sleepless combo... Its a slow killer... AHHH! Shock me, choke me, but do not leave me sleeples!!!!!!

Joined an ad&d online group, let's see if they refresh some isues in my head...

10-4

My arm hurts, I keep biting myself so I will end up like a Resident Evil accolyte by the end of month...

I'm tired, but some weird energy is getting a hold on me... I think some aliens abducted me this week, got infected with the weeee virus. Ohhhhhhh

Coriolis is missing in action part 5. The Jacksonville Chronicles... LOL Hope he finally arrived and is drinking hot cocoa at his beloved bitch's side.

Lucinda has been busy with her kid's study affairs, and some projects of her own. Still, she's been giving some moral support to blue little me...

Groundel will help with some of the Western decor, eeeeehhhhaaaaaa

Trilogy is thinking, thinking, thinking...

TGIF... WDYK, LMFAO, OPP, IWTV... QOTD... Whatever...

10-4

Yesterday was "Cuernos" day, today is "Grab the rabbit's ass day". LOL Ok, this secretary has this oh-so-cute plush Easter rabbit over her monitor. I was on the other side of the room, signing some papers, when I spotted it. It was laying over its belly, staring at the secretary, its furry back to me... So I give out a slight Xena-like scream, run towards the wabbit and ticked its fuzzy tail. LOL When I turn around everyone at the office was staring...
What? They have never seen a bunny-ass-jacking before?
:))

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.

- Mahatma Gandhi

I don't know if it's true, but a batty told me Zordak the Mage is a daddy! Is it true? If it's so, damn, CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! :) And, you could have told me, you know?

10-4

Midday. Got the horns that we wanted at the slaughterhouse... Long story, deco for a Western Themed party. Anyway, now I gotta make them look nice and fancy, that will be the job for the weekend. Nice, huh?

Last night a visitor lurked in the realms of mists. Stayed for a little while, I know he was not comfortable and Groundel was not really happy about him. So, that was the apparition of the night. Sad. For different reasons, sad for me as well as Groundel said he was a sad apparition. Yes... The apparition needs life, it seems hollow and devastated... scarecrow made of pain and anguish for bad decisions... really bad decisions... Rips me apart, but that is so. It is sad he never wanted to listen to me... I spoke for his wellbeing, not because of fancy fickleness. Now he realizes... As his blood has become cold and his spirit has been torn appart by hellish jackals... How they feasted with him! And how this ghoul yearns for retribution!
And me, being the Paladin as always... I feel all of his pain.
I feel everything.
It is sad.
Indeed...

But we must carry on...

10-4

Come on baby let's get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
There's a chill in my bones
I don't want to be left alone
So baby you can sleep while I drive
I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar
In my pocket I'll carry my harp
I got some money I saved
Enough to get underway
And baby you can sleep while I drive

We'll go thorough Tucson up to Santa Fe
And Barbara in Nashville says we're welcome to stay
I'll buy you glasses in Texas a hat from New Orleans
And in the morning you can tell me your dreams

You know I've seen it before
This mist that covers your eyes
You've been looking for something
That's not in your life
My intentions are true
Won't you take me with you
And baby you can sleep while I drive

Oh is it other arms you want to
Hold you the stranger
The lover you're free
Can't you get that with me

Come on baby let's get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
If you won't take me with you
I'll go before night is through
And baby you can sleep while I drive

- Melissa Etheridge You Can Sleep While I Drive

Hello, hello this is Romeo
Calling from a jackpot telephone
Shame, shame but I love your name
And the way you make the buffalo roam
Oh fly, fly I guess this is goodbye
Oh you packed up your heart
And you left no souvenirs

But if you want me you can call me
In the night you know where I'll be
Broken lover you can touch me
In the dark the innocent can't see
You lock it up now hide the key
It would mean surrender to let me see
Oh brave, brave soldier keep it under cover
You fell alone like no other lover
Burn the pictures break the records
Run far away to a northern town
Sell your fear and leave me standing here
With no souvenirs

Once, twice I thought it might be nice
To come into your kitchen and play
Cool, cool just a crazy fool
I never saw it any other way
Oh wait, wait I guess I'm just too late
Oh you made up your mind
Love shouldn't be so hard

But if you want me you can call me
In the night you know where I'll be
Broken lover you can touch me
In the dark the innocent can't see
You lock it up now hide the key
It would mean surrender to let me see
Oh brave, brave soldier keep it under cover
You fell alone like no other lover
Burn the pictures break the records
Run far away to a northern town
Sell your fear and leave me standing here
With no souvenirs

No shirts, no shoes
No jackets, no blues
You car's for sale
You forward your mail
You're growing your hair
You don't want to know where
I'm calling you from
Or how come

But if you want me you can call me
In the night you know where I'll be
Broken lover you can touch me
In the dark the innocent can't see
You lock it up now hide the key
It would mean surrender to let me see
Oh brave, brave soldier keep it under cover
You fell alone like no other lover
Burn the pictures break the records
Run far away to a northern town
Sell your fear and leave me standing here
With no souvenirs

-Melissa Etheridge No Souvenirs

The heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.

- The Wizard to the Tin Man

Blue, sad, tired, sleepy, bored, uninpressed, depressed... The usual.
Not suicidal, mind you... Revenge is the best served cold dish...
Yet... Ice cream is too good to be considered revenge...
Buahahahahah

I want, I want, I want...
Tough cookies... Old story... Same ending.
I neeeeeeeed it!
And the story is retold... Coooookiiiieeeeessss!
Yummy
Chocolate cookies, crunchy, tasty, yummy
Corn Pops con leche
Y quizás algo de Siouxie...

How in the world can I wish for this
Never to be torn apart
Close to you 'til
The last beat
Of my heart...



10-4

RESPUESTAS A LOS GRANDES MISTERIOS...


¿QUE PASO CON LA MUJER QUE FINALMENTE ENTENDIO A LOS HOMBRES?
Se murió de risa antes de poder contárselo a alguien...

¿POR QUE LOS HOMBRES CIERRAN LOS OJOS DURANTE EL SEXO?
Porque no soportan ver a una mujer disfrutando...

¿POR QUE LOS HOMBRES NO CONFIAN EN LAS MUJERES?
Porque no confían en alguien que sangra 5 dias seguidos y no se muere...

¿QUE SERIA UN HOMBRE SI TUVIERA UNA NEURONA?
un genio...

Y DOS NEURONAS?
un superdotado...

¿POR QUE LOS HOMBRES NO PIENSAN?
Porque tienen un hoyo en la cabeza...

¿POR QUE DICEN QUE LAS MUJERES SOMOS BRUJAS?
porque podemos hacer que se levante una 'barita' sin tocarla...

¿POR QUE LOS HOMBRES SE SIENTAN CON LAS PIERNAS ABIERTAS?
para no aplastarse el cerebro...

¿POR QUE LOS HOMBRES NO TIENEN MENOPAUSIA?
Por que nunca salen de la adolescencia...

¿QUE ES LO QUE NUNCA LE DEBES DE CREER A UN HOMBRE?
1- mañana te pago
2- me quede trabajando hasta tarde
3- la puntita no mas
4- la primera vez no pasa nada

¿POR QUE LOS HOMBRES SON HOMBRES Y LAS RATAS SON RATAS?
Porque las Ratas escogieron primero...

¿POR QUE ES LO MISMO TENER UN PERRO QUE TENER UN HOMBRE?
Porque a los dos les hablas, te miran y hasta parece que te entienden...
y los dos para conseguir algo mueven la colita...

¿POR QUE NO DEBEMOS DE DECIR 'HOMBRES ESTUPIDOS'?
Porque es un pleonasmo...

¿POR QUE EXISTEN LOS TRASVESTIS?
Porque hasta ellos se arrepienten de ser hombres...

"Entre mas conozco a los hombres, mas quiero a mi perro"
"No todos los hombres son iguales... pero ah! como se parecen"

feminista yoooooooooooo?

Feminista Dios que los hizo inferiores!

jajajaja,

Pero saben que?.... no podemos vivir sin esos desgraciados....!!!!!!!!!!

;)

At Ponce again... Still, the hardware has not arrived... Almost midday and I'm definitively pissed... My checks will get to Mayaguez in the afternoon, so gotta get there by 4pm... Happy happy joy joy...

Made some full masks yesterday... Sparkly! Way cool.

10-4

Creative affairs on view. Two decos for work little places, and the 4 murals for the little wedding... I am already tired thinking about it...

I don't know WHY they put me in the commitee for Counselors week. I came up with the idea of a Western theme... And I'm stuck with the deco, too. That's in 2 weeks. I was thinking of creating a barn, using wood and hay... We'll see. I also will do the invitations and day agenda. Great, huh? And I guess that I will also be included in the Administrative people week... Gosh, one thing is bing part of, another is over doing it! :O Well... As long as they use me creatively... That did not sound right...

The boss from May seems rather happy, too happy, that's weird for me... Too weird... Whatever. I just know I will be taking some days off soon since I have the lovely permission. Yayyyyy! I do need time to do the masks, half-masks, carts, finish the invitations, send the Save the Dates, create the Church brochures and the Reception brochures... And find a cake expert, and find the dj... and maybe chorus or pianist or whoever as long as he/she plays something holy or ecclectic... :)) And the murals... don't forget the murals... Ahhhhhh!

I have no second of boredom...

Crowito now is taking Ensure so he can gain his strength back... He's been drinking water only and not wanting to eat. Yesterday I bathed him. At least he looks more alive. The liquid food seems to be working...

I am also working on my artistic site... Yeah, I am kinda work-a-holic.

Never bored...

Groundel has been taking care of Crowito. And is trying to stay away from games, but failing a bit...

AVO has been having fun with technology. Enjoy!

Lucinda has been torturing Diego at the Dentist...

Coriolis is still blue... turning into a Smurf...

LadyMex still with troubled thoughts...

And so... SPECTACULAR! SPECTACULAR! The show goes on!

10-4

This is a nice thought, found it while browsing...

All I do is act on my passions and they call it sin.
All I do is tell the truth and they call me a hypocrite.
All I feel is pain and sorrow and they call it love.
All I do is pour my heart out to empty pages and they call it poetry.
--Benito Behar

Crow is a bit better. The vet squeezed the life out of him... And I got the phone of a vet in SJ so I can operate him, turn him into a her. That's better than having him suffer each 3 months, he was in so much pain! :( Hope that I can afford it, or I'll have to start a fund raising...

Yesterday was Reunion#2 with the couple that is giving us the matrimony courses... They are really nice. Turns out that one of their daughters took painting courses with my painting mentor. And they were surprised to know I studied in the same school their daughters did... LOL... More surprised to know our real ages! They thought we were 23-24. Oh, well... not that I will complain about that! :))

Gotta leave, working for a living...

10-4

Trece líneas para vivir...
No se podría esperar menos de García Marquez, realmente vale la
pena leerlo con atención.


GABRIEL GARCÍA MARQUEZ "13 LÍNEAS PARA VIVIR"

1. Te quiero no por quien eres, sino....... por quien soy cuando estoy contigo.

2 Ninguna persona merece tus lágrimas, y quien se las merezca no te hará llorar.

3. Solo porque alguien no te ame como tú quieres, no significa que no te ame con todo su ser.

4. Un verdadero amigo es quien te toma de la mano y te toca el corazón.

5. La peor forma de extrañar a alguien es estar sentado a su lado y saber que nunca lo podrás tener.

6. Nunca dejes de sonreír, ni siquiera cuando estés triste, porque nunca sabes quien se puede enamorar de tu sonrisa.

7. Puedes ser solamente una persona para el mundo, pero para una persona tú eres el mundo.

8. No pases el tiempo con alguien que no esté dispuesto a pasarlo contigo.

9. Quizá Dios quiera que conozcas mucha gente equivocada antes de que conozcas a la persona adecuada, para que cuando al fin la conozcas sepas estar agradecido.

10. No llores porque ya se terminó, sonríe porque sucedió.

11. Siempre habrá gente que te lastime, así que lo que tienes que hacer es seguir confiando y solo ser más cuidadoso en quien confías dos veces.

12. Conviértete en una mejor persona y asegúrate de saber quien eres antes de conocer a alguien más y esperar que esa persona sepa quien eres.

13. No te esfuerces tanto, las mejores cosas suceden cuando menos te las esperas.

Te invito a reflexinarlas y a hacerlas vida. Pues tu, como persona y como mi amigo/a tienes un gran valor.

Crowito is very sick. He's on the pet taxi, barely moving. Again, he can't go #1... and he is simply in big pain. I MUST see the vet this afternoon... I hope something positive can be done... I would really HATE to loose him, as I did Kyone... :(

The body is nothing.
The world is nothing.

When you understand this fully,
How can they be invented?

For the Self is pure awareness,
Nothing less.

-Ashtavakra Gita 2:19

TGIF I am so tired! I actually thought it was Saturday... the day had that bad start... LOL Bought some earth for the palmitas that I bought 2 days ago, and new tiestos that wont be tripping over... (no drugs, ok?). Got some blue and red fake flowers for my office and a little something for Lucinda. Coriolis is blueeeeeeeeeee... Hopefully he will pass by and we will get to cheer him up! That one needs to move to the West side, here is where true godly beings live. :)) Same to AVO! ;)

Been putting together the masks, lace, sprinkles, materials all over my place! Kitties creating mayhem! Oh, yeah, my Great Escapist kitties, so smart they open EVERY drawer in the house and even the mirrored doors in the living room... I know they get bored, but Come ON! It is almost like watching an episode of Poltergeist in my house every time I arrive!

This weekend got a demo on videoguy on Sun. Also gotta visit El Calvo to get some answers. And maybe, just maybe, play some Dungeons for a change! :))

10-4

Last night browsed for some cake designs. Guess I can settle for classic simple 3 tier white cake, so on top I can put the dragons I want. Castle cakes are just too expensive. I liked a cake that is covered in "love words" grafitti. I also liked one that had blue lines at the base of each tier... Whatever...

Still stuggling for some choices on attire of groom, fathers, maid of honor and godfather... At least the bridesmaids issue is over. :)

Time to work.

10-4

Been upset, and blue, vindictive and thoughtful. The weekend went too fast. Saturday was troublesome... At least someone realized that he was giving me second place next to the glowing first place he gives to video games... He disposed of them all... Hopefully that means something...

Yesterday I was lazy. Didn't wanted to do anything although I have MUCH to do. I just felt like laying down letting the cats jump over me as they chased each other. Tried to make at least one mask, but felt uninspired to do anything at all... Too tired, monotony gets to me... I need to shake shake shake... shake my booty, SHAKE MY BOOTY! LOL Right, like I just LOOOOVE to dance... NOT!

I had to make changes on the wedding party attire so everyone would be happy... sort of... Too many things happenned I guess. Last week Coriolis mother had a heart attack. And then LittleGroundelette lost her job. And then some human nature troubles... So, on hold for a bit. Let's see what happens.

AVO has been feeling technical lately, and has become a happy-go-lucky-camper-that-sings- "REMEMBER ALL THE PEOPLE... " LOL Ok, not that happy, but certainly gayish. ;) Hope the guy gets the job he needs to help complete his MASTERPLANS Buahahahahahah Seems he really likes the prospect of meeting LadyMex. Until now all his opinions about her are really nice. He understands what she's going through and the reality of her being a mother of 2 kids, full time worker, full time dreamer, vegan and keeper of a bird. LOL I really wish that can at least head to a beautiful warm friendship, both need it.

LadyMex had a "bad" night on Sat as her car became overheated and we had to deal with it. The plan was to see Lucinda and do some masks, but hey... the day was just NOT right to do anything. So, there. :)

Kara wrote as well. She got her job, so, wow... People are actually finding jobs... That's gotta mean something. :) This year things will get better for everyone. It would be great if she could come over the island for the wedding. I have a bridesmaid spot that needs to be filled. :)

I don't know the outcome of the wedding party attire, but I do know that the reception will still be a Masqued Ball, so ANY COSTUMES WELCOME, especially PERIOD COSTUMES.

Gotta run. Today I'm going to Aguadilla... Then gotta come back for a reunion in the afternoon...

10-4

Yesterday was a REALLY LONG day. Spent the morning and half the afternoon doing the laundry… Yes, it was THAT big… Then picked up Lucinda and visited the caterer at SanGerman. She’s great, very likeable person. Left Lucinda at her home again, picked up Groundel and went back to SanGerman to visit the photographer so the date was reserved… Then visited El Calvo to give him some news updates… We arrived at Mayaguez at 11:30pm. Gosh, we were beat! I was beat!

Anyway… V-day sucked. Me being sick... At least we watched Radio (good), House of the Dead (completely lame) and Cabin Fever (good, especially the special features section, THAT was cool!)…

There was a VERY FUNNY episode between Lucinda and her Orc, regarding our little elf Coriolis. The Orc thought Lucinda was having an affair with Coriolis, and has been nagging her about it… How THAT feels for a change, Orc? I mean, he do it all the time, but she cannot have male FRIENDS? Ah… It has been beautiful and fun to witness… Although no elf has been harmed during the filming of this series… ;P

Groundel looks VERY charming now with his newly dyed black hair. Gotta get some boots to complete the Harlock look. Arck, Arck!

I've been keeping myself busy doing the little shoes and scrolls for mementos... Next project: the feathered masks... THAT's gonna be SOMETHING.

Trilogy called leaving a message for Groundel and me, saying he wished us a good friendship day. Seems he was on pills, the voice was too calm and polite. LOL Even Groundel thought so... Anyway, it would be nice if things could be smooth between all of us... Playing AD&D all night long... Awwwwwww...

BANG!

10-4

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated,
it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury,
it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.

It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing.

For we know partially and we prophesy partially,
but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.

When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things.

At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.

So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

-1 Corinthians, 13

My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic pow'r depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have plac'd,
(Though love's whole world on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embrac'd;

Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp'd into a planisphere.

As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.

-Andrew Marvell

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

-William Shakespeare

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.

Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.
Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.

-Pablo Neruda

-Yo soy ardiente, yo soy morena,
yo soy el símbolo de la pasión,
de ansia de goces mi alma está llena.
¿A mí me buscas?
-No es a ti; no.

-Mi frente es pálida, mis trenzas de oro,
puedo brindarte dichas sin fin.
Yo de ternura guardo un tesoro.
¿A mí me llamas?
-No; no es a ti.

-Yo soy un sueño, un imposible,
vano fantasma de niebla y luz;
soy incorpórea, soy intangible:
No puedo amarte.
-¡Oh, ven; ven tú!

-Gustavo A. Becquer

Dos rojas lenguas de fuego
que a un mismo tronco enlazadas
se aproximan, y al besarse
forman una sola llama.

Dos notas que del laúd
a un tiempo la mano arranca,
y en el espacio se encuentran
y armoniosas se abrazan.

Dos olas que vienen juntas
a morir sobre una playa
y que al romper se coronan
con un penacho de plata.

Dos jirones de vapor
que del lago se levantan,
y al reunirse en el cielo
forman una nube blanca.

Dos ideas que al par brotan,
dos besos que a un tiempo estallan,
dos ecos que se confunden,
eso son nuestras dos almas.

-Gustavo A. Becquer

FELIZ DIA DEL AMOR Y DE LA AMISTAD!!!

Depende de quién son las manos



Una pelota de basketball en mis manos vale $19 dólares.

En las manos de Michael Jordan vale $33 millones de dólares.

Depende de quién son las manos


Una pelota de baseball en mis manos vale $6 dólares.

En las manos de Mark McGuire vale $19 millones de dólares.

Depende de quién son las manos


Una lápiz en mis manos es para poner mi nombre.

En las manos de William Shakespeare es para crear historias.

Depende de quién son las manos


Una vara en mis manos podrá ahuyentar a una fiera salvaje.

En las manos de Moisés hará que las aguas del mar se separen.

Depende de quién son las manos


Una honda en mis manos es tan solo un juguete.

En las manos de David es un arma potente.

Depende de quién son las manos


Dos peces y cinco piezas de pan en mis manos son unos emparedados.

En las manos de Jesús alimentan a una multitud.

Depende de quién son las manos


Unos clavos en mis manos serán suficientes para construir una silla.

En las manos de Jesucristo traen la salvación al mundo entero.

Depende de quién son las manos


Como podrás ver, depende de quién son las manos.


Así que, coloca tus aflicciones, tus preocupaciones, tus temores, tus anhelos, tus sueños, a tu familia y a tus relaciones personales en las manos de Dios.

Porque recuerda que depende de quién son las manos.

Este mensaje ahora está en tus manos.

¿Que harás con el?

Yo ya lo hice

Dios te Ama.

And yes, ladies and gentlemen... I am SICK!!!!!
Why should I be surprised? It is almost my second nature...
Fever... again... Sore throat, again... Eyes popping out, again...

What a wonderful life...

Yesterday... Had an emotional meeting with Trilogy. Told him about the wedding... He started crying, silently. Another of a million times that he breaks my heart. He knows what he did, that he pushed me away from him, he made his choice when he chose his friends... Still... I was suppossed to be his wife, we were suppossed to be forever... And in dreamland we are... In reality we are not. Forever my greatest love. Forever my true soulmate. Forever us... In dreams...

This week has been fast-paced and definitively NOT boring.

Last weekend was the Pre-Matrimonial 2-day course. It was slow the first day, but very cool the second. One of my teachers from ADEM was there to give a small conference, I never thought he would be involved in such things. Ah, that explains a lot. And he never mentioned that he is right now the College Principal at RUM. That impressed me the most. Humility is one of the greatest virtues.

We almost had no guide-couple as our guides since the ones assigned to us were only available on Thursdays, and on Thursdays the Mr has class and Confirmation courses... But that stress was solved on Tue night.

The whole week has been pretty busy at work. Many things going on in Aguadilla, giving support via the net, and they are finally cabling the new site. Amen to that.

Got a contact for cathering, and a contact for photos... Gotta get the financing from my aunt...

Oh... And THE DRESS! THE DRESS ARRIVED!!!!! IT IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Been doing some of the recordatories, must go in super-ultra-fast speed on that this weekend, and start the scrapbook.

Ohhhh, saw this lovely vampiric shirt at HT... I hate being on a budget! I hate hate hate hate!!!!

Heard nothing from AVO, MrFlash or Lucinda lately. Been on the go, but you are ALWAYS on my miiiiiiiinnnndddddd! :) Kara: What u mean u cannot see the site? It's here! Buahahahaha!

Take care people!
10-4

Reporting 101, just printing out what I did so I don't have to do it again... If I don't look busy that means I did it right the First time, DAMNIT!

My aunt's phone is dead, so gotta try to solve that... My own phone is a true believer as it dies and resurrects continuously... Stupid PRTC, LOOOOOOOOOSERS!

TGIF, need plenty of sleep... Thirsty as hell...

10-4

At work: Rocky start on Monday. Just came back from my vacations and voila! Problems as usual... I cannot get stressed sooooooo I WONT get stressed. Do you hear me loud and clear, PEOPLE?! Ok... So, things seem to be looking up. Trying to put everything together in shape so there can be no way they can point at my work... Not that they can anyway... :O)

At home: Running, running, running. Yesterday visited the Photographer and he was good! So, he will get the contract. Also visited the Church... Monsegnor was not there but the priest that was there welcomed us. The fun part was that in the middle of everything he turned to me and said: Wait a minute, did you studied at... And then turns out that my class, the Redskins, where the big brothers and sisters of his class, the Spartans... He knew me from high school. Wow, the world does turn, and everything is funny. We talked for a while mentioning the whereabouts of some people... He got excited that El Calvo was still around. I am thinking that perhaps I'll ask the Monsegnor to allow him to marry Groundel & me. He's young, funny and relate to us young scoundrels. :)) Ah, well... If not, whatever.

Today Groundel starts his confirmation courses, and this is weekend is the premarital reunion of 2 days in seclusion... Buahahahahahah.

That's the news for now...

10-4

Ok. Arrived at night. Alive. Plane did not fail. The force is with us. One luggage on hold until today. Nothing broken. Nothing missing. Sleepy. Woke up running late to get check... Deposit/change/pay late rent... YIKES! Got luggage, got food, arranged some stuff, and finally made it to my apt...
Been a heck of a crazy day... Im beat!

10-4

I feel good, tadadadada
I knew I wouldnt, tadadadada
I feel fine, tadadada
Like sugar and spice, tadadadada

Today had some nerve-breaking news, but seems things will be solved. The wedding gown is on hold and I expected it to be on hold by April not so soon, so I had to do some emailing to get the right amount on my credit card... Upset tummy and headache, but did it. Everyone happy. And since they will charge the card on the 23th, I can charge it now for the tiara and necklace... YAY! And make the right deposits when I get back home... YAY!

Bridesmaids will be gathering soon to make some decisions about the gown they will wear...
Men wont be showing off any " batatas" so they are happy (especially old men) LOL
When I get back, also need to go to church and get the marriage course dates, plus Steve confirmation's date.
Got flowers, ivy, twinkles, neat ideas and lots of love. Still, need the patience... PLEASE SEND IT ASAP!!!

These days have been great. Its really nice to know some facts, to have people around me that are crystal clear (what a difference)... and to have people who are not hypocrites... It's been a good stay... Still, I miss my 4 children so much it hurts... And I miss Groundel too... Sniff, sniff...

Gotta go, have some beauty sleep.

10-4

THE MOODS OF A WOMAN

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction,
She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in the house.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose,
She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk,
At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad,
She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.

THE MOODS OF A MAN

Hungry.
Horny.
Sleepy.


Things that makes you go hmmmmm....

Well, went w/ brothers to see Big Fish. Now, After watching Maulin Rouge for the 8th time, and the emotional turmoil of some friends, the emotional backlash continued... Great movie. Moving. Made ME cry. Ewan rules! Take me to the Dark side!... Ok... Not the dark side, but ... whatever. You get the point. Gotta sleep, kiddies. Byebye!

10-4

The flight went smoothly. First connection there was a canadian guy that was lamenting his company was so lame that they sent him on a cheap trip in which he spent 3 days after his luggage... Hmmm... LOL Oh, well... Besides that, did some diorama-designs to keep myself busy, and finally landed on the " Everything is bigger here" state... eeeeehaaaaaa... LOL

Warm welcome. Nice times, nice conversations and nice breezing. Still, miss my kitties alot, and miss old Groundel a lot. I feel sad he cannot share this with me... Hopefully is the last travel that I do without him, as I feel he should have come as well... :( Miss youuuuuu!

Today some Mexican food almost ruined my appetite, but Ah, behold the wonders of Pepto. :P

Watched a serious marathon of TradingSpaces and some Vikings and Medieval history-facts. Cool stuff on History channel...

Nothing wild, just resting. Cold weather, 59 degrees.

10-4

La gente comúnmente es incomprensible, ilógica y egoísta, . . . perdónales de todas maneras.

Si eres amable, la gente podrá tildarte de egoísta y con motivos ocultos, sé amable de todas maneras.

Si eres un triunfador, ganarás algunos falsos amigos y algunos verdaderos enemigos, triunfa de todas maneras.

Si eres honesto y sincero, la gente podrá engañarte, . . .sé honesto y sincero de todas maneras.

Lo que has invertido años en construir, alguien lo podrá destruir de la noche a la mañana, . . .construye de todas maneras.

Si encuentras serenidad y alegría, ellos te podrán tener envidia, . . .sé alegre de todas maneras.

El bien que puedas hacer hoy, la gente lo podrá olvidar mañana, . . .haz el bien de todas maneras.

Dale al mundo lo mejor que tengas y eso nunca será suficiente, . . da al mundo lo mejor que tengas de todas maneras.

Como ves, en el análisis final, es algo entre tú y Dios.

"Nunca fue entre tú y ellos de todas maneras."

- Hermana Teresa de Calcuta.

Going today to Houston to see Father and Family for a week and a half. Bought some goodies for the long way... Will end up sleeping since I havent in the last 3 days... Visited some friends and made the luggage...

Later kiddies!

10-4

The encore presentations were: How to loose a guy in 10 days and the foreign movie Ma vie en Rose. The romantic-comedy was better than I expected, although a bit too smoochy for my taste... Ma vie en Rose was a nice refreshing movie that makes us think of how we push kids to fit into what society considers right... It touches the "boy that feels trap in a boys body because in his imagination he is a girl"... I think it is a great movie.

In other news, passed by to say hello to my sis, but she wasn't there so I stayed for about an hour talking with her "granny"... The lady is recovering from an knee operation and she is feeling great! :)

I bought some white lights for the deco of Oct event. And some misc for the little participants. :)

This Sunday LadyMex will celebrate her daughter's b-day somewhere within the puertorrican forests... so... hope we don't get a visit from Chupacabras or aliens or anyone weird... That should be fun... :D

Tomorrow I'll continue my tiara-hunt featuring Aguadilla and San Sebastián...

10-4

2004
A new beginning...
A new hope...
A new dawn...

Let's start the year with a famous speech, that will sum up a feeling that all of us around the world should share...

"Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

- Martin Luther King

Yes, that was the civic minute of the day...
10-4

BTW XENA SEASONS 2 & 3 are on DVD, so if anyone wants to do the honors, I humbly will accept...

Here I am... Payday and cannot go get the check... Stranded in my house with no soul taking pity on my self... LOL Right... It could be worst I guess... Gotta go to the hospital this afternoon, get a nice excuse before I die. Hope to get better by the 1st, hope that Coriolis can come over here so he can be Driving Miss V to some places to take care of some loose ends before I depart for 2 weeks... Buahahahahah... Going to Texas, eeeehhhaahhhhh from the 9th to the 19th, so maybe I'll blog, maybe I wont...

Coriolis had a sickness, then Lucinda had sickness, then Einstein and Barbie... Then Groundel, then about everyone at work, and finally me. How nice...

Saw Moulin Rouge for the 6th time...

Saw Finding Nemo. Awesome movie! I didnt expect such a good film!

Revisited Dracula and Sleepy Hollow...

Bored as hell...

Looking for bargains on weddingstuff... Found a contact for Circulo de Recreo, lets hope that comes out right. Looking for a priest to do the confirmation thinguie for Groundel before September (thats a project in itself!)... Everything else seems smooth...

Insane as usual...

Trilogy called 3 days ago, and got startled at the fact I did not recognized his voice... Sorry, but REALLY trying to move on here! Besides, he said we are no longer friends, so why he keeps his every-4-months calls? Out of the 12 years waiting circle, pal!

Thats about all the emotion and drama I can handle. Yipeeee! The pills really work!!!

And AVO is still being around, a bit down but hey, he is after all the empathic agent of entropy in our universe, aint he? ;)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

10-4

MEEEEEERRRRYYYYYYYY
CHRISTMAS!!!!!

FELIZ NAVIDAD
FELIZ NAVIDAD
FELIZ NAVIDAD

Good news:
1- More free days thanks to the Gobe's last Xmas wish
2- Survived a round trip
3- Still sticking to my guts
4- Nice moves!
5- Real friends exist
6- Happiness is not HAVING what you want but WANTING what you have
7- I'm still my old insane self
8- Not falling into tears-traps

Bad news:
1- Mom still a bitch
2- Mom scheming against my plans
3- Mom annoying me
4- Sis is missing in action
5- Money pit getting to $0.00
6- Missing some people

10-4

Dissapointment, I feel...
Dissapointment tears my heart apart and makes me scream from the top of my lungs: HIPOCRITES! So many say that like a mother there is none... Damn right. My mother calls me insane, crazy beyond recognition, a social disturbance. And that she will have nothing to do with my stupid ideas. APPLAUSE FOR THE HIPOCRECY OF SAYING TO ALL HER FRIENDS HOW MUCH SHE HAS DONE FOR HER TWO DAUGHTERS. She has nerves of steel, doesn't she?

An then, the stage turns all lights towards my real mother, the one that raised me... The one that expresses feelings once every lunar eclipse... One thing is very straight: I am paying for my wedding. It is my business, it will be as I want it to be. But even if I ask for an opinion, the one that raised me and knows me so well just says she can say nothing for she cannot compromise... Money. Always money. A nice word would ie her into giving me money... Thats the big translation... So if she says nothing, and just witness my insanity, what that makes her? A partner in crime with the attitude of trying to step all over me... I am so many things, but a loser. I have so many skills, and I have no addictions, and I am hard-working... Yet, what's the reward? A good feeling? Not words, no words from the people that matters to you... And that simply sucks.

I am scheming my wedding without my family's aid. My mother wont have anything to do with it because she seems to be ashamed of my creativity. My other mom won't take part because she would then "have" to spend money on me. I won the first prize for the greatest and most loved daughter, didn't I?

My friends are my family, the ones I chose right, the ones that know who I am and acept it with a smile in their faces. It just hurts... I now my friends love me. I would just like to hear just once that my blood family is proud of me.

10-4

Monday, Monday...
Feels like a slumber...
Humming under
Crawling thunder...

I am tired, tired, tired, tired... Been driving looking for the right spot... On Saturday spent 6 hours in the laundry. Yup, had nothing to wear so finally gave in to the darkside... Sunday was "looking for castles" day... Tiresome... Nothing I expected... Ugly places, deserted places... Seems that my last hope is San Germán. There's one perfect antique-victorian place I may add to the "Me Like" list. Still browsing...

Groundel has been quiet and easygoing. He bought 4 Starwars figures this weekend and was pretty content with it.

Lucinda went to a wedding yesterday, and luckily found jackpot.

LadyMex is stressed and misleaded as usual. Her ex will be here next week, with his current wife, and so some of us expect long hours of torture-talk.

Diego almost got splatted by my Ravi. And last night literally stepped on crystal...

AVO is kinda thundering and having a good angry time... I guess? ;)

Coriolis is excited about purple, it goes with his complexion...

And me... Just keeping up with Loving a plan that comes together. Bored, sort of... Tired... Frustrated... But happy. This pills reaaaaally work! :P

10-4

Well, last night went to see the priest for the first time. The monseñor was not at all as I expected. He said nothing about our crazy hair, and although we got a lecture on why we don't go to church, he was easygoing. The date is set for Saturday October 23, at 2:00pm. I love it when a plan comes together. :)

I contacted a company that creates historical-period clothing. So, everyone on the wedding party will be with ren-french-victorian flair. For the reception the plan is a Masquerade, since Halloween is around the corner... nothing traditional. :)

In other news, seems I got a virus from around the block, got the runnies and nausea... Came to work but feel a bit dizzy and with a humongous headache... Ah, whatever... Nothing is perfect...

10-4

Looking for a castle, looking for a priest, looking for the right place , date and things. Been very busy with Barbie's birthday last Sunday. Made a small mural and two posters of Strawberry Shortcake. The whole thing was so cool! I expected to be bored, but I actually had lots of fun playing around, especially inside Strawberry Shortcake's house... Yipeeee! :P Everyone looked happy (at least the kids anyway). :D Lady mex was with Nico and Elisa. Lucinda's boy was upset because he couldn't open the presents, but then he engaged on playing and forgot... for a while... The cake was beautifully red and pink, many strawberies alluring the taste. Yummy! and had a blast talking... ok, more like listening, to Lucinda's father and his very engaging topics... from nature to UFO's. Cool!

This week, back to writing dates and getting the stuff I want for next year. This week must visit places and talk to churches... See who accepts the red-headed maniac... That's going to be tough, I dont want to dye my hair black... We'll see what happens...

At work, they are finally processing my permanency. Maybe it will be here by January. Seems next year will have many events under its belt! I should be travelling on January to Texas, to stay for 2 weeks with my father. And my car will be paid-off by November. Yes, 2004 should be a good year indeed, very unforgettable.

In the meanwhile, discovering Puerto Rico...

10-4

Physical courage, which despises all danger, will make a man brave in one way; and moral courage, which despises all opinion, will make a man brave in another.
- -- Charles Caleb Colton

Your IQ score is 124

During the test, you answered four different types of questions — mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. We analyzed how you did on those questions, which reveals the way your brain uniquely works.

We also compared your answers with others who have taken the test, and according to the sorts of questions you got correct, we can tell your Intellectual Type is an Insightful Linguist.

This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.

Go ahead, humor me... :d

Oh, the plans! The plans! I have so many things scheduled, and much creative ways to accomplish them. :P It is crappy I woke up with allergy, migraine and a weird rash... I guess I'm back to staying away from milk again... I just hate it.

Happy Thanksgiving Day to all
and to all a good night. :D

A curiosity...

You said your birthday is 4 / 8 / 1973

which means you are 30 years old and about:

56 years 5 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 87
52 years 11 months younger than Pope John Paul II, age 83
48 years 10 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 79
41 years 6 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 72
39 years 5 months younger than Larry King, age 70
33 years 2 months younger than Ted Koppel, age 63
29 years 9 months younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 60
26 years 9 months younger than George W. Bush, age 57
21 years 9 months younger than Jesse Ventura, age 52
17 years 5 months younger than Bill Gates, age 48
12 years 7 months younger than Cal Ripken Jr., age 43
6 years 9 months younger than Mike Tyson, age 37
2 years 8 months younger than Jennifer Lopez, age 33
2 years 9 months older than Tiger Woods, age 27
9 years 2 months older than Prince William, age 21

and that you were:

28 years old at the time of the 9-11 attack on America
26 years old on the first day of Y2K
24 years old when Princess Diana was killed in a car crash
22 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
21 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
19 years old at the time of the 93 bombing of the World Trade Center
17 years old when Operation Desert Storm began
16 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
12 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
10 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh
10 years old during Sally Ride's travel in space
7 years old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr.
6 years old at the time the Iran hostage crisis began
3 years old on the U.S.'s bicentennial Fourth of July
a 1 year old when President Nixon left office

May I say WOW! Gosh, didn't knew so MUCH happenned in just 30 years!
:P

10-4

It is said that after the storm comes the times of calm weather... And once there was someone who said that there were deep trials that two people should conquer, which will define if their lives were meant to be joined forever, or not. There have been many trials and definitively the two people in question had many things to prove to each other but mostly to themselves. They had to live their own life in order to understand the complicated facts of basics. They had to conquer the pain that threatened to destroy both in their own way, the actions that could not be taken back... Change. Growth. Renewal. The winter came and destroyed everything, but then Spring gives birth to Hope and so, once again the Faerie Tale comes alive... This time, stronger than ever, and soundly based on a respect that there wasn't there before, an understanding that wasn't there before and a new faith that was killed before.

I have killed a ghost that haunted me for so many years. This ghost pushed me over the edge some months ago. Trilogy was my greatest love ever, and his words made me insane, made me loose grasp of reality and made me go over the edge... The good thing, I finally acknowledged that keeping hope in a constant nothing was holding me back. Thanks to AVO I came to see life in a new light, and although things did not work out I found that I still have something left of that girl from high-school that had so many goals in life, that was so demanding with herself... that was so naive... but assertive. I fussed with all around me but relationships, I had to. After so many years I put myself first, I just hope that no one was hurt in the process... So I lived for work, my own goals have much precedence over anything else... I decoded who I am, once more. I remembered, who I wanted to be, what was right, what was wrong... I loved myself so much, I don't know why I allowed myself to get lost to the will of my ghost... a stupid, flawed idea... For more than 13 years, chained to a thought... The illusion of perfect. Perfect was all along within me. And perfect was all along on my face.

Last week I began to make sense with my life, after putting other pieces in the right place. Giving is how you take. Being myself is the best I could do, back then at high-school, and now. And the great mystery is, rediscovering and loving myself I have also fallen into truth. An epiphany, you may think... I needed not to look for love, it was always at my side. He had to learn things, to quench the tainted past he had... to learn about letting go, about giving without receiving, about humility and fairness and truth itself. It has been a long journey, but he made it. Alone. And I admire that he gained strenght of character, a will to live, and on the way, he made himself a good man. So, my dear Groundel has finally found a home within me. He earned it after so long. His betrayal always there to remind him of what not to do, of what he was and should never be again.

He did not ask me, in fact he had given up on me. And it was such a deligtful surprise, just saying the words... "Let's get married next year". That one he never expected to her from me, the feminist bitch that would forever punish him for his treason... And I never expected to forgive. But rediscovering my core it is so simple after all... And somehow, it feels so right. So, we finally decided to get married next year, by October. I want the charm to be a good spell that lasts forever, so it has to be on Halloween's eve. Of course, I am a witch. :P Ohhhh... I am so excited about it all! I was the one who said I would never marry by the catholic church, that no man deserved me... And it feels so right everything ever since last week... I feel at peace, a feeling that I had forgotten after so many years... I feel I am doing the right thing after so many doubts and uncertainty, after making myself blind to emotions... I am feeling everything now... My old self is back, and it is just amazing.

Coriolis was happy about it, and will be the godfather. Lucinda will be the Godmother. El Calvo will be the wedding coordinator. The theme, Midsummer Night Dream/faery-goth/medieval. We are connecting with more depht of beliefs, giving reason to our madness and it's all simply lovely. We have been there in our ups and downs, we have been there for a long time as support, our frienship passing the tests of distance and boundaries of situations and feelings... I showed him the right way of doing things, and he decided to follow the lead, all by himself. So... It is full circle.

Groundel the orcish priest of Flame, and Kymill the plane-touched bard... Live long and prosper!

10-4

RIMA XXIV

Dos rojas lenguas de fuego
que a un mismo tronco enlazadas
se aproximan, y al besarse
forman una sola llama.

Dos notas que del laúd
a un tiempo la mano arranca,
y en el espacio se encuentran
y armoniosas se abrazan.

Dos olas que vienen juntas
a morir sobre una playa
y que al romper se coronan
con un penacho de plata.

Dos jirones de vapor
que del lago se levantan,
y al reunirse en el cielo
forman una nube blanca.

Dos ideas que al par brotan,
dos besos que a un tiempo estallan,
dos ecos que se confunden,
eso son nuestras dos almas.

-Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.
- -- Chinese proverb

Raining, raining cats and dogs, raining a soft lovely swift raindrop, raining harsh and indomitable... Rain... Damn! Most of the island is in alert for floods. I am a bit nervous since I do live in a near-flood area. Still, came to work, after all it's 5 minutes from home especially without traffic. The sky is completely grey, it feels almost as if I were in another place. Grrrr...

Crowito is doing better. Yesterday gave him a nice almond shampoo bath. He complained but not even one scratch on me. Good. The bad thing is that he keeps his intent to go to the bed to do #1. So, we've been monitoring him and shooing him off the bed. He's caged if I'm not home or if I'm sleeping. At least last night he woke me up just once. And the second time was actually a good thing, for there was a blackout and the alarm clock was reset... Crow woke me up just at the time the alarm clock wakes me up. That was very cool. :)

Not many people came to work, most must be trapped... Anyway... Toast to the King!

10-4

So, yesterday started with some excitement… Crow got sick, an urinary tract obstruction (just like his brother Kyone) so I had to take him to the vet in the afternoon. During the morning Groundel went to an interview at a very very cool store, fingers crossed to see if he gets that job. He needs it. He is breaking his back on the auto parts warehouse where he works. Waiting on that I painted a little memento for the receptionist at work, who asked me for a décor for her office's door. So, did a pair of girls praying, on a 18x24 cardboard. That turned up great.

In the afternoon, went to get funds for the vet, since I am beyond broke. I was lucky my aunt gave me the 10 box I needed. So, off to the vet… The place was almost empty (miracles, miracles) since it was a holiday and it was raining cats and dogs… hmm… what an allegory! LOL Anyway, he gave 3 shots to Crow and an oral medicine that Crow should get every 12 hours for a week… That's gonna be something…

Went home to do the birthday card that I told Lucinda I'll do for Barbie, with a Strawberry Shortcake theme. Edited a picture of Barbie, dressing her as the doll (she could be a look-alike… almost a double!). Made the card's first draft, printed it and then to bed.

It was a loooong night. Crowito kept waking me up every two hours, so I opened the cage so he could go to the litter and then drink and eat a little… Every 2 hours without fault! This morning, trying to give him the medicine was war. He bite Groundel, scratched my legs, spilled everything and started to drool everywhere… Friggin mess! I was almost late for work, but got lucky as most people arrived really late because of the bad weather and the street was very easy for driving… arrived at work in just 5 minutes! That's a record!

I'm going in the afternoon to the insurance company to check on the issue about the car's window. Hopefully it won't be an arm and a leg, just an arm… There will go my Xmas bonus, whatever it will be…

Ahhhhhhhhh… I am sleepy… Hope that the day will pass fast! I want my bed, damnit!

10-4

Saturday: Gaming day. This time, FR with Groundel dm'ing. Coriolis is still under introductory realms, trying to find my witch. Me, I'm in the abyss, facing demons as usual. It was fun, fun, fun.

Rented Boogeymen. Nice countdown of some wicked guys. My all time favorite will always be Michael Myers. Gotta love the guy.

Finally saw Charlie's Angels... What a dissapointment! Demi Moore looked fake and so, so ugly! She is shapeless! I don't know what was the big fuss about her body, she looks ugly!!!! And nothing but Drew Barrymore was interesting... I love Drew. She is real. And although she aint the pretty model, she is cute and acts impecably.

The sequel to Lilo & Stich is hilarious. Loved it. Gotta get me a cute animal like him... Grrrrrr.

Sunday, went through some shopping pains, as my ATM card is doing nothing and I forgot my checks at home... Sooooo... Mayor ouch... Silent night...

Monday... Back to working pains. See ya!

10-4

There will be a special event tomorrow. Six planets will align, creating the shape of a star. It is said that this alignment creates a powerful force that awakens the psiquic powers around the world. Tomorrow, from 5 to 8 pm there will be a worldwide circle of meditation and praying because of that cosmic event.

Friday, my first thought was to put some wacky make-up, but then thought about all the computers I had to move to the new place at Aguadilla... That was smart. I worked like a bull. Damn! I hope they are happy, they better be! When I got home I was beyond beat! Groundel rented 3 movies, two anime and one Fangoria... I Zombie sucked... in the complete endless meaning of the word. Kiki's Delivery Service was a fun witchy anime flick. Millenium Actress was... confusing... entertaining... beautiful... artsy... loooong... nice.

Lucinda couldn't do the party she wanted to do, so that was about it for Halloween night. Spent the night in some gothic attire without the usual stares, the only good thing about it... permission to be as I am. :P Freely. Oh, big deal, I celebrate Halloween 365 days a year, so... Coriolis couldn't come either. He had to work on Saturday... Growing pains... Being a kid is hard on such a sucky corporate-industrialized word... But we cannot stop. Together, we can survive! Yay!

Oh, Saturday was a loooooong day! Well, someone wanted to have some company due to unwanted visits on hometown... So added Lucinda and co. to the group. Woke up early at 7, then to go get some info for the car (without success). Got a call from LadyMex, and so called Lucinda to join us. Went with Groundel to the doctor, ended up tuning her PC/network system... Grrrrr... Got out at 3, went to leave Lucinda where they were repairing her car, then to pick up LadyMex and wait for Lucinda at her home. Hi-ho, hi-ho, its up the hill we go... We all wandered SanGerm?n's Kmart for a long long while, and then went to visit el Calvo, who almost choked with all of our physical precense... LOL He had some current students celebrating their Bdays over his house, plus us old students... We stayed for only half an hour, since little Barbie spilled some precious Voodu gems and we felt we were intruding. So, we went to leave LadyMex, Lucinda departed with her kids and I went home... Not yet. Went to my aunt's even if Groundel was complaining that she was sleeping... I knew she wasn't. The night was young! Plus I wanted to leave some Xmast decor for her Xmas tree on her house since my kids could break them easily. So, we stayed there to have a snack, and then went home. After the long walks and talks it was straight to bed, beaten.

Woke up on Sunday at 5pm... Yes, I was THAT tired. Went to get some decent food at my aunt's, watched some tv... some WWF and Charmed, then home to bed again. I still feel I need more rest, but heck... Need to work for a living...

10-4

Ohhhhhh, greaaaatttttttt... The depression syndrome is spreading badly throughout the isle. Now Coriolis is the latest victim. Back-trip. I don't like San Juan. The capital is so full of shit, literally. It is a cold cement jungle that preys on you and make you loose touch of the real self. Hit with a brick. Sometimes money ain't just enough... It is plainly seen that God has a huge sense of humor at our expense. :p

I am feeling happy ever since yesterday. Seems that closeness to the Witching Day is kicking on good vibes. At least for a day I get to play being myself without condemnations by society. It is so good to grasp freedom even if once a year...

Seems I'm allergic to the a/c at work, since the air conducts are not in good shape. Got the almost-Daria syndrome, getting all red, face to toe until I get off work and wait 15 minutes... Hmmm...

Kitties! Many kitties! Showering kitties at Lucinda's home! Her man fixed my car's breaks last night in just 1 1/2 hours, and I bought the car's license today... now I only have the window's problem ... Little by little...
Hope there's a light at the end of the road...

10-4

Lightheaded, a bit sleepy... Never-never Land is home. From mad to wicked, that's the road to follow. Carefree life seems to treat one better... Anyway... My car has a broken window, no license, and bad brakes. I'm looking for a mechanic, and hopefully won't forget to reach the insurance company.

Coriolis discovered HotTopic. He can die now. ;)

Halloween is in two days, so that should make me happy... or devious.

Set feels the spirit, definitively...

10-4

Pretty drapes in light beige adorned the wall. They resembled regal drapes of the Renaissance perhaps... The light toned down, only two torchieres on each side, both with shades in red crystal. Right at their side, chandeliers in red flickering a lovely red flame. There were flowers covering the left wall, and a nice padded stepper right in front of the main table, where layed a casket of pure white. Inside, silk lining served as a snow background to the lovely lady that rested in it. Her dark hair contrasted with the white silk. Her features were peaceful, tranquility radiating from her with its invisible glow. Her lips depicted a soft smile, an understanding smile full of compassion and serenity.
I watched from a corner, the reverence of the human behavior in such times... The despair of the mother, the hurting of the brothers and sisters and true friends, and the onlookers who went to watch and gossip later. It was all a display of tradition, an everyday event on such a place... It never ceases to strike me that in a same place parody and tragedy merges in an attempt to explain or reason death.
After a while I went to the old lady who always greeted me in her house... and to the sister that always saluted me whenever I visited... Then I went to say a last goodbye to my dear friend, smiling back at her, kissing her forehead and giving a last caress to her hair. Rest in peace. You earned it. Goodbye, Mayrita. Until we meet again.

I couldnt go to the cemetery, I am not well and right now I would be to emphatic with many behaviors... I was dizzy and even panicked at so much people in the place... I had to leave for I knew if I stayed I would just faint. Driving back home... A long drive...

10-4

An old friend died today at 12:30pm. Mayra had breast cancer, which ended up taking her lungs and spreading internally. She left behind two children, a husband that now will learn the value that she had, and her family and friends. I met her in my first job, at HP... around 1990. She was always giving herself to others, selflessly. She suffered much due to her husband's gambling and absence. Her children were rascals who started to change their attitude when they learned about their mother's illness two years ago. She was a quiet one, always giving her ears and her heart, always looking for the bright side of things and life. She had words of inspiration at all times, and in face of adversity she stood strong and fought to the death. She had won heaven a long time ago, so I am certain she is peacefully resting now. Her life, words and dreams will not be forgotten. Forever my friend. I only regret I could not talk to you one last time. Such a sudden departure, so unexpected... No more pain.

10-4

Been sick... Like, getting used to it? If you have an enemy, wish him/her migraine. It is absolutely the worst thing to bother 24/7... Last week was the flu. This week started with lovely throwing up just before getting into my car. Since then, migraine and overall nausea feeling. Lovely and cozy. Couldnt go to work, bad start to new system week. Need to get rid off the string of bad luck! This is suppossed to be the month of witches, DAMNIT! Bedridden, sad... Taking many pills... Yeah, Arkham sounds good.

I see black, I see white
I see the darkness and the light
Life goes up, life goes down
I am the hero and the clown

(I live it up) - yeah
(Won't give it up)
I want it all don't wanna fall
(I live it up - won't give it up)
(I want it all don't wanna fall)
I'm pretty sure there must be something worth living for

(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give

(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same

I'm smoking, I'm soaking
Till there is nothing left to lose
Shit stinks and really smells bad
Step into it - makes you upset

(I live it up) - oh yeah
(Won't give it up)
I want it all don't wanna fall, yeah!
(I live it up) - oh yeah
(Won't give it up)
(I want it all don't wanna fall)
I'm pretty sure there must be something worth living for

(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give

(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same

(whoa oh oh oh oh) yeah
(whoa oh oh oh oh) So many different things are waiting to be done
(whoa oh oh oh oh)
(whoa oh oh oh oh) So many things but you can put your ears into the sound
(whoa oh oh oh oh) hey
(whoa oh oh oh oh) Just take your time and you will never be too late
(whoa oh oh oh oh)
(whoa oh oh oh oh) Just take your time don't try to change your fate

(Walk Your Way) Don't let them tear you apart
(Walk Your Way) Don't let them change you
You are here to live and what you take you've got to give

(Walk your way) It's just a signal from your heart
(Walk your way) Sometimes it strange though
Life is such a game, don't give it up
Cuz it will never be the same.


-Walk Your Way by Helloween

The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
First Published in 1845

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."


Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."


But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."


But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."


And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

This one's for Coriolis alter ego as... Snake... alias Gaston. (Yes, couldnt help myself):

Gaston:
Who does she think she is?
That girl has tangled with the wrong man!
LeFou:
Darn right.
Gaston:
No one says "no" to Gaston!
Dismissed! Rejected!
Publicly humiliated! Why, it's more than I can bear.
LeFou:
More beer?
Gaston:
What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.
LeFou:
Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together.

Lefou:
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Ev'ry guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're ev'ryone's favorite guy
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's slick as Gaston
No one's quick as Gaston
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's
For there's no man in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon!
You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley
And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on
Lefou and Chorus:
No one's been like Gaston
A king pin like Gaston
LeFou:
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston
Gaston:
As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!
Lefou and Chorus:
My what a guy, that Gaston!
Give five "hurrahs!"
Give twelve "hip-hips!"
LeFou:
Gaston is the best
And the rest is all drips
Chorus:
No one fights like Gaston
Douses lights like Gaston
LeFou:
In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston!
Bimbettes:
For there's no one as burly and brawny
Gaston:
As you see I've got biceps to spare
LeFou:
Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny
Gaston:
That's right!
And ev'ry last inch of me's covered with hair
Chorus:
No one hits like Gaston
Matches wits like Gaston
LeFou:
In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston
Gaston:
I'm espcially good at expectorating!
Ptoooie!
Chorus:
Ten points for Gaston!
Gaston:
When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
Ev'ry morning to help me get large
And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of a barge!
Chorus:
Oh, ahhh, wow!
My what a guy, that Gaston!
No one shoots like Gaston
Makes those beauts like Gaston
LeFou:
Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston
Gaston:
I use antlers in all of my decorating!
Chorus:
My what a guy,
Gaston!

Song: Gaston from Disney's Beauty and the Beast

Climb ev'ry mountain
Search high and low
Follow ev'ry by-way
Every path you know

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream

A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream

A dream that will need
All the love you can give
Everyday of your life
For as long as you live

Climb ev'ry mountain
Ford ev'ry stream
Follow ev'ry rainbow
'Till you find your dream

- Song: Climb Ev'ry Mountain from The Sound of Music Soundtrack

The Bad:
Lucinda got conjutivitis from little Einstein. Now the girl is in quarentene...Buahahahaha. Got a call from an old friend... with some bad news... Seems that the cancer treatment she took solved the problem for a little while but now it re-emerged and started the chimo again this week, and her lungs get filled with water... Her family may take her to the States for the right treatment. Me, I have an endless migraine, plenty of stress/ansiety/depression/nervous breakdown of sorts. Work keeps on being a pain in the ass.. Where's a time-out when u need it?

The Good:
RedRose by StephenKing, really nice. Gold & Blood by AnneRice, a masterpiece as usual. Kali is as adorable as ever. I realized Vierna is 4 years old. I am creating a nice costume for the official Cratures of the Night day... Absolutely fall in love with Jafar and Iago. The Beast looked better as a Beast than as a prince.
Coriolis is getting a promotion, became the sin-eater, got another job (so now he has 3), and still gives some personality to gaston and Jafar while managing to play magic and keep the elf happy... Talk about an overachiever! Ah... Immortals...
I hope that by the end of the year the machinations of my machiavelic plan begins, so maybe next year I can sit back, smoke a cigar and say " I love it when a plan comes together".
AVO taking a turn to save mankind. Go GreenPeace! Fight the real enemy!

The Whatever:
Dark thoughts are great, odes to darkness take my breath away. Blood is alluring. Life is an adventure whether it is good-bad-ugly doesn't matter... The innocent look at each day in wonder, the sinner look at each day for something else... But the gifts come to us as BloodKisses, sweet nothings of pain makes us yield and remember that being vulnerable may be our greatest ally on the figt for power and a turning tide on the war for self-conquest.

10-4

The crypt has been cold and mossy... The air within the dephts remains hard to breath. Still living, eyes closed within the tomb but with high awareness... Dreams searching for the continuum and perhaps a sweet and sour solace. The sound of my own breath give way to silent murmurs coming from earth's hold. What is it? When will be time? For the centuries pass by and rising seems an aloof desire. Not even the need to feed gives will to the body... Once again the gentle slumber and its dream cradle suffice to fulfill the need... Body can wait, ancient and eternal it is. Dormant, silence and murmurs give way to the images that flash in a blur and gives way to confussion , wonder and pain. Alas! No need to brood on the imagery... Pointless torment...

Here I am, the immortal questioning Fate... questioning the Endless and claiming the glory paid with blood... Insanity holding on, grasping the web of thoughts and reality and mist and betrayal... Humans waste themselves, a cattle that should be ignored if only for survival of us... kindred... And we may even crave their waste...

Silent lingering... The cold walls rise and give back the echo, the craving, the mirage...

I am to sleep some more, numb my senses to the human world and wait for the time when retribution will become us, will become my own, will impale my senses and allow a savoring of extinct old blood and rebirthing new elixir of life.

Fading murmurs echo the plea that so many souls repeat, from ancient tongues to newest child...

Silent stir...

10-4

So I'm getting in touch with my writing skills, which I have neglected for months. Need to hurry and try finishing up at least the firts five chapters of the WoN tale and put together the Cutlass Tales. A job in itself.
Finding out about the doctorate programs available at RUM and UIA. It will be either counseling or international business.
Will let go of the AIO endeavour. Must go forward, no backwards... expensive mistake.
Severed unfinished ties and jobs. Focus on rearrangement of what I must fulfill in the next 3 years.
I'm tired, sad... Doing the best I can to meet deadlines at work... Taking all my strenght and mind effort... Trying not to take things personally. Hoping this last time I'll truly get the permanency on Oct so my plans start rolling...
I need a good vacation. Trying to plan for that, rying to focus the resources so I can arrange someting, even if it is a trip to Isla de Gilligan, damnit! May be taking some days off to breathe in breathe out, but that will be on Oct most likely... Got to leave the 2 weeks off for Dec or Jan... if I dont change plans for next summer (which seems the sensible thing to do)...
Getting info on second floors... and on apartments and townhouses.
Getting info on the spots around the isle which are ruins or have a castle-like quality.
Letting imagination fly thanks to my characters... to writing and to playing.
Getting info on the gothic stuff I want and how to get it... Oh, masterplans alert!
Sleeping 10+ hours daily, and still feeling I need more... Work consuming me...

Urge to be creative... Urge to paint and set loose the Artiste forever... Ah... With only a million I could do wonders... Dream on.

I have been aloof and quiet, plots and masterplans inside my mind... Saw el Calvo and Lucinda during the weekend... but I have been with a permanent bad temper. So I've tried to be quiet and give no opinions. Spoke with AVO, barely... Whatever. We should be friends now, hopefully that statement is right. I would hate to see him vanish from Avalon. Haven't gone to the movies after watching The Medallion... Finally saw Chicago, and Harry Potter I in Spanish... that was not so bad... Saw Two Towers 2 more times, so its the 5th view of that masterpiece. Still looking for the Sound of Music.

Thats all for now!

10-7

Alive
Survivor
Dreamer
Endless hope
Alien
Alienated
Fearless
Stubborn
Annoyed
Dissappointed
Trustful
Courageous
Believing
Exploring
Enjoying
Desecrating
Blessing
Loosing
Understanding
Laughing
Summoning
Sadness
Writing
Webs
Spinning
Torture
Strengt
Fight
Working
Challenge
Playing
Discovery
Beginning

The game of Life is on. :)

10-4

Adversity is another way to measure the greatness of individuals. I never had a crisis that didn't make me stronger.

- Lou Holtz