Everything and Nothing

I love music; I'm always looking for new things to listen to. Green Day is my all time favourite accompanied with Smashing Pumpkins. I grew up with those groups and marked the musical difference –among other things- with my friends when I was a teenager. I never thought about it until now it was my passive way to rebel.

Now, miles away from the people which marked me as unique, in other words awkward, I realise how much I enjoy music not as something that makes me different from others, but that integrates and links me to new cultures and people. It's the starting point of new friendships, conversations and interests. It's the soothing comfort of long nights, the rhythm of work, the pace of tiny steps, the emotion of new discoveries, the words you cannot express, the reassurance to continue, the background of new and old memories, the tears, the fears, the joy, the laughter, everything, nothing…how many things can you express with one song?

Business Ideas

Little Red Riding Hood Delivery Service.

Operator: Little Red Riding Hood Service may I help you?
Customer: Good afternoon, I want to deliver a basket to my grandma. Could you please tell me how much it would cost?
Operator: Yes we have several packages for u to chose from.

The standard package which gets there in two day is going around the dark forest, which will avoid any encounter with the big bad wolf (bbw).

The premium package which takes a shortcut through the dark forest also includes an escort service with two hunters and is next day delivery.
If the package is of great importance there is an extra charge for each hunter included.

Customer: Thank you very much I’ll get back to you!
Operator: It was a pleasure serving you and remember: ‘We guarantee your parcel will be delivered to your grandma before the bbw eats her.‘

The Three Little Pigs Construction Company.

Have you ever dreamt about having a refreshing bungalow on the seaside, or a cozy cottage on the depths of the black forest or even a spacious condominium in the middle of the enchanted fortress.

Why wait! The Three Little Pigs Construction Company can make your dream house now. Our constructions are tested by the meanest, blowing, big, bad, wolfs in the county. Each of them are highly trained in breathing techniques so the maximum blow can be achieved making our constructions blow proof against any natural or wolf hazard.

“With the Three Little Pigs Construction Company prepare yourself to be blown away but your house will be standing at the end that a guarantee.”



Here I leave you with more business proposal which in a future can make you rich.

• Pinochio’s Lie Detectors.


• Jack’s Beanstalks Ladders and more: for those hard to reach places..


• Cinderella's Cleaning Service..

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I'm standing in the middle of a room. I take a good look around, then briefly my sight is shifted to what I have in my hands and finally, my eyes are shifted towards what I'm wearing.

I hear a voice from behind a screen saying "You should buy yourself an Anne Geddes book".

My mind searches randomly through a number of possibilities trying to figure out the meaning of those words before I pop the question, WHY? After some seconds without finding any thing which would have helped me to make sense of those words I asked, “WHY?”

The answer is striking but is a very simple and logical one based on my appearance, the activity I'm doing and the surroundings in which I’m part of, "You need to get in touch with your feminine side."

I had in my hands a pair of monkey wrenches, I was wearing my dirty, covered with grease, white boilersuit and my heavy duty, black Dr. Martin boots while I’m in the floor trying to tighten the connections of the compressed air supply line to my shock tube.

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Hey you all facebook users. Here is something to think about and laugh for a while.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FahBBnfHAQ

Inspire Me

Today or Yesterday (20/05/07), whatever the case maybe, I was assigned an important task. The task consisted in documenting the finalization of 10 committed people through three months of training. Each of them had their own person goal, each of them prepared to be able to fulfil it; each of them has contributed to a bigger cause. I will remember the satisfaction in their faces when concluding it. The pride when they describe difficult moments and how they continued till the end.

I want to feel the same satisfaction, the pride and joy they felt, that the impossible is possible. My dear friends, the few who read this and which I’m referring to, you have inspired me. Congratulations to all of you.

Screw Up

Imagine you are 7 years old at recess time in the playground. There are dozens of hyper active kids running around playing ball or jumping the rope, just having good fun. At the farthest corner there is a little girl playing by herself. No one seems to notice her, but she really doesn’t mind.

Back in the classroom, while everyone is struggling with Math; she has already finished her exercises and thats day homework, history is a peace of cake and science the highlight of the day. However, when it is time for PE (physical Education) she is the last one to get picked. It seems her lack of coordination, skinny appearance, weak knees and hands, and the revengeful balls that always seem to prefer to land on her face instead of her hands are some of the reasons she is the last one standing.

She is always getting in bizarre situations, for e.g. getting her foot stuck between the rails of a seat, a branch of a tree breaking leaving her hanging on a treetop while playing hide and seek, getting stuck in a trash disposal for a couple of minutes, bugs flying into weird places in her clothes, breaking her arm whilst pretending to be mounted on a flying horse, etc, etc. The scenario remains the same for all her school years.

Finally, when she thinks she is in control of everything. Her appearance has improved though her glasses and high pitch, squeaky, annoying voice are still her trademark. She has manage to reduce the clumsiness in her movements, though still are far away to be considered delicate or elegant, but, she manages not to break things frequently. Her circle of friends has increased, surprisingly, people like to hang around her and find her interesting. Another remarkable change is that she has found her rhythm, no more two left feet, but actually a right one and a left one. She is still shy but overcame her fear to speak to boys and supress that uncontrollable urge to run to the toilet each time she did. Her self confidence and esteem are in pretty good shape.

Currently she has undertaken a PhD, her project something she is still trying to understand, but the fun part of it and the reason she chose it was because it is experimental. Her old memories of her childhood rush to her head; when she distractedly mixed two solutions which were not to be mixed; tripped over a hanging transducer, when she mentally repeated to herself: lift your f&^%$ legs and don’t trip over it; wounded her hand with a screw driver while trying to unscrew the wrong screw; broke a filter and a pressure regulator because she considered that the distance to the table was the same as to the floor; her trouser got torn into half while doing a split in the wrong sport(touch football).

The good thing is that she is permitted to have 5 screw ups during a week. So, I’ll keep you posted how the numbers are summing up.

Changes

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while.

A couple of weeks back a friend told me in a sarcastic, teasing manner that 6 months have passed since I’ve been residing in the same place in Manchester.The obvious reason of this is the constant moving around in this great metropolis. I have lived in 5 different places since I’ve been here (2 years 7 months). Previously, while living in Mexico City, I changed another 5 times (7 years); the only long term house has been that of my parents 18 long years. Eleven different houses of which only one has been really home.

The decisions to go to Mexico City and Manchester have been consciously and thoroughly thought through. It never crossed my mind of the affects this would have, I didn’t think about anyone else but me and my brilliant future. I knew from the start that it was I who wanted the change to happen. I was ready to face the unknown. Some friends could not understand why I needed to leave and experience other things, while others, sad but excited encouraged me to take that first step into a new world without the protection of my family and loved ones. So it was me who took the plunges and other had to accept it. I was the one moving and they were the ones staying behind.

Now, seating down in front of my PC, looking back at the last 2 months I realise how one person’s decision can change someone’s life, turn it upside down from one day to another. It only takes a couple of seconds to unleash a chained reaction of events. The consequences are immeasurable; no one truly knows the extent or magnitude of it. Sounds dramatic but its true, however, sometimes those decisions have to be made even if you know or expects what is coming, selfish as it sounds, you have to think about what is best for you, what you want.

The day has arrived where the influence of those external decisions has altered the way a live my life. Not in a bad or good way, it’s just different from what I have been accustomed to. It’s now my turn to accept what has been imposed. I look back and I wonder what changes I have provoked when I took those big decisions of moving out of my home and my country. Time will be in charge of making me know the consequences.

“The whole world is moving and I'm standing still.”

Open Book

Sometimes I would like to write something inspirational, but I guess today is not going to be the day.

I’ve always have considered myself shy, timid, an independent and solitary person. I have few friends but real friend. To open myself with someone I have to trust them and know they are discrete about my matters. In other words, I like to keep a low profile, making myself invisible to people that surround me; showing my true essence to those close to me, to the rest of the world I’m some mysterious woman. However, as 99% of the times I’m wrong, and the six sense of perception that all women have has been omitted from my being. Once again I have been proven wrong.

Just a week ago I realised that I’m an open book; anyone can figure me out just with two or three encounters. I don’t know if I should thank that person for opening my eyes to the fact that I lack my six sense or be annoyed that anyone can read me like a piece of paper. Of course, the writing on it is elegant, eloquent, gracious and brilliant.

Procrastinate

1. to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.
2. to put off till another day or time; defer; delay.
3. To put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.
4. To postpone or delay needlessly.

Sad but true, I tend to use this verb with much frequency day after day. A good example, on this precise moment I‘m writing this post and watching TV instead of giving the final touches to the last designs of my experimental work. I blame all this procrastination to technology. If I didn’t have internet I would not be thinking of what to post, waste hours of precious time looking at funny videos in youtube; if TV didn’t exist I would be reading a good book, if phones didn’t exist I would be writing a beautiful and long letter to my loved ones, if gossip wasn’t so interesting I would be debating about global warming. Ohhh… we are all doomed to find ways to procrastinate. What can be done to stop this? Too many distractions, so little time and too much work.

Routines

It’s funny how easy it is to build up routines without realising it you already have hundred of little ones running your daily life. Getting up in the morning at certain hour to go to school or work, having your cup of tea a certain way, that morning shower, choosing what you are going to wear, etc. We don’t even notice them until the slightest change or alteration makes us revise what is wrong in the time frame.

This happened to me two Thursdays ago. I went to the cinema with a couple of friends. When we finished watching the movie, like always, we comment about it on the way out. A familiar voice which I couldn’t recognise was on the background. I turned around to see who it was; to my surprise I saw my eldest sister, Itzel, talking to one of my friends. I've forgotten she was there with me. It was an awkward sensation, two different kinds of familiar but not quite in their right place. It was good though that someone that I love so much and since I while back has not been part of my daily life (though I think about her a lot) was included in it. I haven’t realised until then how much I missed her. It was nice having her here with me even though it was for a short time.

Great things are happening

Several good and bad things have happened since March started. One of course is that my First Year VIVA took place last Friday. It went as expected, lousy. There was a point I thought I would be returning home in April.

Back in Mexico, other great things are happening. My very best friend from my uni is getting married. After the third try he finally convinced a girl to tie the nought. I wish him the very best. Also, the small research group I was part of, PDPA, is celebrating this coming Friday there 15th Anniversary. So, they are having this great big party with all ex and current students. It would have been cool to be there with all my friends and remember old times.

Finally, the best is reserved for last; my sister is coming to visit. At this very moment she is already in Barcelona with one of her friends; but on Saturday approximately at 16:00 hours at Paris Orly airport I would be hugging her for the first time this year. We will be in Paris for four days, then travelling back to Manchester and before she heads back to Mexico, we will be visiting London.

If all goes well, by the end of this month I would get cash back from my mobile company. This means that my bank account will not be in red number, after all that travelling, hehehe.

I am a Horse

No, it’s not another post of a book or movie like the one I posted a few month ago about “I am the Cat”, this actually is an annually event with the exception that each year the animal changes. Like in Occidental world we have the New Year’s governed by the solar rotation; the Chinese New Year is counted on the moons cycle. Each Chinese year is represented by an animal; the person personality is influenced by the year which they were born. So, googleing my Chinese animal I found out I’m a Horse. A nice horsy; who loves its freedom and roaming about, hard working and graceful. The good stuff heeeeheeee…now I’m really sound like a horse, :).

I leave you with some characteristics that resemble my personality and are most convenient for me.

Horses crave love and intimacy, which is a double-edged sword since it often leads them to feel trapped. Love connections tend to come easily to Horses, since they exude the kind of raw sex appeal that is a magnet to others, ;).

An impatient streak can lead Horses to be less than sensitive to others' needs….The lone wolf inside the Horse can at times push others away, but this also makes this Sign stronger and is a key to its success. Horses are self-reliant and, though they might lose interest fast in a tedious, nine-to-five day job, are willing to do the work necessary to get ahead.

Horses tend not to look much at the big picture; instead they just follow their whims, which can result in a trail of prematurely ended relationships, jobs, projects and so on.

What else can I say, this description is quite complete. Another interesting fact is that Mexico is considered to be a Horse country, so I suppose all Mexican have a little horsy inside.

The Pursuit of Happyness

I have led a worry free comfortable life. Apart from the occasional financial worries (which are not that big), frightening moments of planning for the future and scarce scary and nerve breaking dreams; my life has been good. So, when I see this kind of movies, it makes me feel like an ungrateful, lazy, good for nothing, complaining, whinnying, pampered and immature grown woman.

Solution: Avoid watching this kind of movies and try not to compare your not so very exciting life to a movie... even if they are based on true and real stories. Hollywood tends to exaggerate anyway.

BTW, I recommend you watch this movie it's good.

Alternative Ending

Usually every Wednesday friends from Uni and me go to the cinema. Orange Wednesday promotion and now StudentBean 2 for one makes it a lot cheaper, but today was the exception. So I’m in front of my computer writing this post which will refer to a movie I saw yesterday One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest.

The movie stars a young Jack Nicholson, a very hairy Dany DeVito (yes, Dany DeVito has hair) and the always crazy Christopher Lloyd among other loony characters. The film takes place in a mental institution back in the 1970’s, I won’t go on about the movie because if you haven’t seen it I will spool it for you and I recommend it very much.

Continuing with the reason being of this post; yesterday, that was actually today very early in the morning, when I finally went to sleep my subconscious not pleased with the ending of one of the characters, Billy Bibbit, decided to reinvent it to its liking.

So, I leave you with my subconscious alternative ending which is much nicer.

At the end of the movie Billy Bibbit escapes from the mental institution
with a girl, which is much younger then him. Destiny takes them to
incorporate in the music industry, where Billy has a hidden talent
as a composer. The unknown girl interprets his songs and both become
multimillionaires. With the unexpected success and multimillion earnings
they buy a house in remote and far away place. To get there, you have
to cross through a mountain region which was a mixture between the
Pennine region in England, the Himalayas and the Alps from Europe.
The scenery created by my subconscious was amaaazing and breathtaking.
When they get there, their neighbours are fishing on an opening of the
mountains where the sea comes in. One of them gets swept away; Billy
goes to the rescue and saves the day.

Now, if you have seen the movie which ending you prefer, my version or the original one? If you haven’t seen it, then watch it. You’ll enjoy it a lot and let me know which ending you prefer.

The Return of the Queen

Two whole months have past since I last wrote something in my blog. I have had several interesting things to talk about, just haven’t had the chance to relax and write. Though I can say that I have a lot of things to do at the moment, but after several peoples reproaches and complains of my last boring post, I’ve decided to finally sit down and write something new for my few but quality readers… hehehe.

After my birthday, I wanted to write something about the gifts I received which I’m enjoying a lot. Then came Christmas and I thought -I can mix my post with this one, it would be a good collage. But after Christmas I had the pressure of my first year report so I postponed writing until I finished it. Excuses, excuses… I realised that my main problem is not the lack of time (well, sort of, I’m being getting up after 10:00 am), is the lack of organization. So, I promised myself that I would post something new every week without any delay and get organised.

The solution for my badly planned life is that I have no Journal/Diary where I could see all the things I have to do, rather than trying to remember everyday while I take my daily shower and trying to wake up. Next step is to buy my Journal/Diary, I have to make it a habit of mine to write things down without going to the extreme of depending on it. Hopefully this will also help with my financial situation. If I keep a record of my expenses I could see where I can cut back (I already know, I like to dine out a lot which I’m not going to give up) and save some money.

I would continue but I just realised this is a very boring post, but it’s new… hehehe, just what you have requested THE QUEEN IS BACK.