Saturday, December 29, 2012

Writer Friends

I'm blogging from an iPad. It feels infinitely weird. I need physical confirmation that I am actually doing something when I write, the scratch of a pencil or clatter of a keyboard. To lack that is unnatural.

Anyways, I wanted to share a quick word about an experience I had recently. I've met many people who "like to write" throughout my lifetime, the kind that enjoy books and are attached to their diaries and such. But I had not ever met anyone, much less befriended anyone, who felt like writing was the thing that they were put on this miserable Earth to do. (I wrote miserable Earth because it sounded poetic, not because I actually believe it. At all!)

It was wonderful. I learnt so much from him, even though I despise him in some ways and basically only share our love for reading, writing, and solitude with him. A gift, to know that I can share with someone who might not understand but who will approach what you are talking about from the same place. Nothing guarantees me that we will remain friends, but I will do my best, because when life gives you gift, as with anyone else, it is unpolite to decline it.

I invite you to! Find someone who really shares your passion! They don't even have to be your friend, just companion will do.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

My Summer is Like

Photo from Weheartit
Is it strange for a teenager to want her summer to look like this?

Do you have summer reading? Or, if a northern, what did you read during the summer?


Monday, December 24, 2012

I was Travelling for a Month

Hello blog.

This little piece of the internet has been sweetly abandoned for the past month, as my stats kindly remind me. I hinted before leaving that this could happen, because I would be part of an intense study trip. I knew that I had to sort of expect the abandonment, however, I had also foreseen more scheduled posts, and more impromptu posts from my iPhone. It was impossible. Either time or lack of concentration worked in my disfavour.

So here I am, a month later, apologizing to my few blog readers, hoping that they're still there. But if not, so be it. I have realized after many blogs and many years of blogging that the real blogging, the good one that will last throughout stats and throughout nasty anonymous comments, you do for yourself.

This, my friends, is the type of philosophia that I cultivated during the last month.

Dear reader (but I like to think that you all know this, as I have a particularly smart set of blog readers): Travel. I am not saying that all trips will lead you back home as a new person, but the occasional one will. This one was it for me.

This wasn't an easy year for me. In the words of a great Uruguayan poet (the musician Jorge Drexler), it was the "age in which certainties expired." I went through a lot of very personal problems that I didn't share with a soul, and the experience left me drained and cold. And one of the greatest things in life is passion.

That, in fact, is another bit of philosophy cultivated. But it is mine. "Do not do anything if not passsionately." Why is it mine? Because you might not believe in it, and that is fine.

I am not going to go on until the end of the internet, or until Blogger kicks me out, with my bits of thoughts collected throughout a month of travelling. I could. ("Reserve time only for those who will give you back something more valuable than that, which is called the scarcest good in the world.") This is not what I want to do, because I wouldn't read something like that. After all, we all have our own ways of thinking, and only we can change them. Hopefully with a trusty guide. (Maybe this is why feminism has so much trouble. How can we define a healthy feminism? Maybe the true feminism is the one that just lets her be, but gives her the knowledge that she can be whatever she wants to within that "let her be" status.)

In effect, this month was probably the most important of my life up to date. I learned infinite things about life, and about the world. I do not regret a single thing I did. Travelling, therefore, changed my life. It renewed me, and it has made me glad that the last year happened because it has left me ready for all the years to come. Now all that is left to do is to take all this material, and turn it into something in the future.

Love,
Anna

PS. I am still travelling, teehee. But in a much more calm part of my trip. Hopefully I'll find a way to post sometimes.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Travel Notebook: NYC




One of my favorite experiences with travel notebooking was my trip to NYC. I honestly believe that the more fun that you're having on your trip, the more that you'll want to notebook it up. This trip was amazing, and I like the results a lot. Unfortunately, lots of the pages were text heavy and with a lot of stream of consciousness writing, which I love to reread, but would hate to share. So there, I said it!

Have a nice day!!
Ana

Monday, December 3, 2012

The Quotebook




Quotebook... Like Facebook, but better.

Here are some of my favorite entries:

One of my favorite poems, ever.





Saturday, December 1, 2012

Greetings December


Greetings December. To the start of summertime. To not being in my home town. To traveling from one end of the globe to another. To discovering, asking, and exploring the world and myself. Greetings December, greetings. You have a lot to offer.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Intervention: Notebooks


Fellow bloggers, I think it's time I did an intervention.

A self intervention.

Enough with the notebooks.

I have too many of them, they are over cluttering my life my space my room my time. It's an addiction, and no addiction, no matter how papery and wonder it might be, is ultimately good. Especially when you waste money that should go to shampoo and soap towards... notebooks.

This babe, which I love with unadulterated passion

My 2011-2012 Summer Journal :') One of my prettiest babes

This one is SO COOL. I love it. I write gems such as this in it:


My diary, of course

This one hasn't been getting enough love as of late!

I like to think that I use this one but I really don't

"4 Badasses only!" aka My Prayer Book (Yes, got the idea from The Help. The book, not the movie, 'cuz I'm the "I haven't seen it but I read it" type of gal.)

And this. This one is new. It's where I write anything that needs to get written somewhere.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Bookmarkmaking










Pictures for the bookmarks found through weheartit.com

Quotes for the bookmarks found HERE.

Following my love for books and reading, follows a naturally tendency to love and adore bookmarks. Additionally, one of the results of my sparse creative outbursts generally produce bookmarks.

According to my mom, one of the best gifts she has ever received was a bookmark I made for her, which  was half poem about how much I love her and half glitter. And I don't care if I was 7 and if she's my mother, I do indeed believe it was one of the best gifts she's ever received.

So, there, you have an idea for Holiday gifts!

Have a nice Thursday night and Friday!

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

In Time of Daffodils

Photo from Tumblr. Thus, true origin remains a mystery. Sorry, Copyright fairires.





In Time of Daffodils
by ee cummings

in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs, who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember is (forgetting seem)

in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me






I had to analyze this poem for English. What my review basically consisted was about how the beauty of this poem consisted in its optimism.

In its capacity of telling you that you ARE able to do what you want to do.

To dream. To be inspired. To adventure.

To grow as much as flowers grow in spring.

This poem by ee cummings, besides all of its literary wonder (count the syllables on each verse!), has an amazing power to motivate.

Be motivated. If you didn't feel it the first time, read it again, and again.

Read it until you feel like a daffodil or a lilac or a rose.

What do you do when you're feeling uninspired?

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Welcome: Travel Month!

Today I'm leaving on a month-long study trip which includes a week in Poland, and three in Israel. After that I will be travelling with my family to Easter Island, followed by a week in Tahiti. I'm not lying or trying to stick the fact that  my life is fabulous in your face (I'm having translation problems here, aaaaa native Spanish speaker problems.) It's just that, well, my life will be a little bit surreal in the next following weeks. Okay, fine, fabulous.

Because of thiiiis I had to schedule a BUNCH of posts (am scheduling a bunch of posts, because you might have gathered that this one is also scheduled). And because no blogger can create a month and a half's worth of interesting blogging content out of the top of their heads, I introduce, Travel Month! A month intended to spur your wanderlust and hate for me (I have been lucky enough to travel a lot in my meager seventeen years.) The Phony Sundays will be pictures of whatever I did during the current week, (which will be, you guessed it, travel) I will be posting pictures of trips I've taken with my family before, scrapbook layouts, travel notebooks, etcetera.

To start Travel Month, and in honor of my not-so-future trip to Israel, here are some pictures I took on my first and last trip to Israel, about three years ago:









Friday, November 16, 2012

Israel Is Real

People, please stay informed. Israel is a beautiful country and it reserves itself the right that every country has to defend itself against terrorist organizations. Please do not be fooled by the media, there are two sides to every story. Every human life taken is a tragedy, but martyrdom will not be the key to end the tragedy. Please keep a watchful eye to any hateful or extremely subjective media or comments. If you have any questions about the conflict, I can try to answer them in the comments (I am moderately informed) as truthfully as I possibly can. All my prayers are headed to Jerusalem, Israel, and Gaza, where innocent civilians are living under the tension of a war that they have not created and are only victims of.

Flashback Friday 6


I have a cousin named Sofía that is almost a full year younger than I am. The year sometimes dimmed, sometimes lighted up and became bold, and sometimes got confusing until it seemed like I was the one a year younger. Regardless of timing, maturity, and the seperate households, Sofía and I have grown side by side from being these stupid boogers of humanity to the slightly less stupid boogers of humanity that we are now.

I remember this day. It was New Year's Eve, and we decided to dress up. I guess our dress ups are a little bit more elaborate now. The important thing is that we keep on dressing up together.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Miau

I sent Rookie an article which I wrote that, although I didn't find it was a masterpiece, I felt very strongly about. I understand that they didn't publish it, after all, it might be a tad controversial, but it's okay. What I wanted was to get a message across and I can still do this because I have a blog that actually has a few readers so horray! Here it is:


Exposed

You know, you can Google “topless” and sort of drown by hundreds of pictures of women (and, I’m hoping, a few men) baring their nipples, if not more. There are plenty of sites online that show a lot more than that, plenty easy to reach videos of anonymous people acting a lot of raunchy stuff. This is not new. So why did my eyes, and hundreds of other people’s eyes, become wide with shock, why did so many mouths drop and expressions of disbelief uttered when we received a particular picture of a girl -topless?

Because this was a popular, pretty girl, from an important, top-ranking school, with a well-to-do economic situation. Because we all knew her.

It was fantastic gossip. Everyone, including myself, couldn’t stop talking about it. If there was no conversation topic with our friends, then, heck, why not, let’s talk about this girl’s topless pictures.

This was a few months ago, and we all thought that was that. We all knew that the girl suffered, and we all knew that it was hell for her, but it wasn’t our fault, so “all we could do” was feel sorry for her.

About a month ago, new gossip buzzed in our Whatsapps. Pictures of the mother of another very popular, well-known girl doing extremely pornographic flew through every Whatsapp group; every mouth had a juicy comment on the topic. We received diverse types of scandalous videos or photographs, every single one of them had an “ohyouwouldjustnotbelieveit” factor that made them, well, impossible to believe.

It seems like my world is going through a period of explosive exposed-ness.

Since then, it has been a constant bombarding of pornographic and semi-pornographic pictures of girls that we know. Or, not even. “I have a friend that knows her,” “I have a cousin in her school,” “I think I met her at a party once.” Any sort of distant relationship to the shamed girl in question made our lunch conversations so much more the interesting.

Mean.

I realized it only a few weeks ago, so maybe I’m also equally to blame. I don’t care, I’ll take it, because I did something horrible. Not only by accepting to download those pictures and re-sending them. I think every time I gave my opinion, every time I voiced an “oh how dare she” I was commiting a crime, and so were all of those people that did the same exact thing.

Okay, fine, nobody recommends taking a picture of yourself naked and sending it to someone. But nobody recommends, say, McDonalds, and that doesn’t make a picture of you eating McDonalds a juicy piece of scandalous gossip.
           
I no longer give a shit what these girls decide to photograph. I no longer care to comment anything, except for an ocassional and very pointed, “why does it matter to you!” It makes me mad every time someone goes “I feel so sorry for her, what was going through her mind.” I want them all to STOP TALKING ABOUT IT.

I want them all to realize that what is hurting all of these girls is the fact that people talk about them, that they are looked at all the time, that people think they have some sort of privilege over them because they have not been in the sorry situation of having a compromising picture of them being filtered throughout the world.

And, above all, I want us fellow girls to take a stand and realize that this is never going to happen to a guy, and to realize that the really poisonous dissing is made by girls, and that this is just plain wrong. It’s hard for me to understand that we demand equal pay and equal opportunities when we smash each other’s confidence in the endless competition to be the one that has made the least mistakes.

And, girls, you might feel sorry for her or you might not, but re sending the picture, downloading it, even talking about it, only make of you a worse person, a bad feminist, and a bad peer. I stand for the fact that she didn’t do anything wrong by taking a naked picture; you do it every time that you make destroy her life.

PS. This topic starts with stopping the dissing about naked pictures, and flies through every pathetic dissing you can make about a girl that just did something that you didn’t.


Sunday, November 11, 2012

Tales from the Bookshelf

I am, of course, still stuck in the middle of this:
Midnight's Children

But also reading this:
I'm reading this for the Rookie Reader's Goodreads Group! You are very welcome to join us, we have four more days until we start a new book but this book is readable in two days. :)


And recently started this:
I'm leaving for a study trip to Poland and Israel in a few days (only nine! Yikes) and my aunt gave me this as a birthday present to help me prepare. :)


Friday, November 9, 2012

Flashback Friday 5


Gosh I have like a million pictures from back when I lived in San Diego.
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