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


Pictures for the bookmarks found through

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


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:


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.


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.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Happy Birthday, To Me

To think that I used to be that big and now I can't even sing this:

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