39/365 - "Don't buy that, you want more and so does he."

My orange smells like pine! Like pinecones 

which reminds me of Chicago. & playing with fabio in his backyard!

Please, Please, Please let me get what I want

See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad.

So please please please let me, let me, let me

Let me get what I want

this time

Lord knows, it would be the first time.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

 

THE ANSWERS ARE EVERYWHERE.

to be continued... 3rd period tomorrow.

Am thinking i should just cancel my trip to paris?

and.

buy great things, an amazing camera, get all over ebay.

designer finds, sell on ebay. anythign really, overall, just want a good camera.

aske dmy mom to pick up on of those marcj jacob backpacks, and maybe the beautiful purse - almost vinatge chanel inspired!

afterall, i don't know if she will get a christmas gift. there wasn't any - for my birthday..so what's to expect?

one fifty before december fourteenth

The remainder belongs in my journal and not on my public blog.

Prompt: Evaluate significance, achievement, risk you have taken or ethical dilemma you have faced and impact on you.

it took long hours of standing in cold weather, clever thinking, occasional false identities, lots of charm and preserverance!

Joining the swim team was probably the most brilliant idea I’ve ever had, its impact in my life; immense. With my greatest achievement as if tattooed amongst my skin. That “swim team” magnificently ostentatious title became my most celebrated experience thus far.

The biggest benefit was not, the familiarity/skill, the experience of being a part of a team, or the discipline, the vigorous workouts, those intense and exceedingly difficult training because of my inability to swim, I’d signed up for the swim team. An hour and half practice starting at 6 am. I increased to 3,000 yards. Swim meets installed in me, such a thrill, a thrill so reluctantly intense it would leisurely evolve into fear, but swimming highlighted my real passion, the one buried inside me. The core to deeming my lightness of being and discovering my art of escape.

“Fashion is Art, Art is Love, Love is Real”

Swimming became my passion, my life. Having 5 different AP classes to entice myself with, swimming became my relief; my love; my first love a substitute; a substitute to the pressure, hassle, nervous tension and tautness. A sincere epiphany; realizing swimming was an absolute substitute, a substitute for all the self made beautiful disasters; catastrophes; my colossal inadvertencies. I realized this, just two nights prior to starting this essay.

Enacting without a passion is effortlessly inadequate just as an action without a motive is rendered useless. Swimming inspired me to; \llowed me to grow, gain self knowledge, cultivated more comfortable in my skin, my spirit expanded and my passion flourished But now I lack that passion. Looking back at 2009, joining that swim team changed my life. “Our lives are distinguished by opportunities. Even the ones we miss,” now this one was my majorette of major inadvertencies, but now me without my swimming history, is like Lemonade without sugar; an essential ingredient.

If I hadn’t joined that swim team, there is no way I would not have been blatantly oblivious to recognize that my proclaimed my pursuit to be a fashion Stylist, A designer, An Author, being creative designer at my mother's own boutique but establishing an empire of my own beginning with a simple small boutique in Chicago as my vocifering true calling.

Walking up to swim lane was like “time to pretend,” but then it was sheer bliss to dream I learned that, “Our lives are distinguished by opportunities. Even the ones we miss.” Joining that swim team was my opportunity to prove to others, but most importantly myself, that with patience, passion, dedication and in this case vigorous training, self awareness it is inevitable, when you take the chance and allow yourself to cultivate, to develop, you nurture yourself by developing this self knowledge. It’s intense, worthy, and valuable. One of the most important things within this year beside my many experiences was... gaining a deeper slef-respect for myself.

Leaving fall semester, my infatuation began to drain. I’d made my way into fall, with the most progress out of the entire team, dropping 26 seconds on my 100 Freestyle. Jealousy was then introduced. I was offered a place in the District meet, a girl on the swim team later ruined that for me. Insensible about this fact until the summer, It wasn’t until summer league, where I began beating her every time at every event. Every last one of them. Those three 2nd place wins that qualified me for District were over shadowed by the three 3rd place wins, eleven 2nd place wins and my very own 1stplace win, as a part of the Centergie Team Houston. She had been swimming years, swimming was her life; swimming was my leisure pursuit and a part of my job. I pocketed methodologies, snickers, false accusations, and focused on my real craze. I am enthusiast of melodiously mellifluous and neat couture ideology, notoriously swerving its rules.

Te regalo   mi cintura
Y mis labios para cuando quieras besar
Te regalo mi  l o c u r a
Y las  pocas neuronas  que quedan ya

Mis zapatos desteñidos...
El diario en el que escribo...
Te doy hasta mis suspiros!
Pero no te vayas mas!

Porque eres tu  mi sol
La fe con que vivo
La potencia de mi voz
Los pies con que camino

Eres tu amor
Mis ganas de reir
El adios que no sabre decir
Porque nunca podre vivir sin ti

Si algun dia decidieras
Alejarte nuevamente de aqui
Cerraria cada puerta
Para que nunca pudieras salir

Te regalo mis silencios
Te regalo mi nariz
Yo te doy hasta mis huesos
Pero quedate aqui

Porque eres tu mi sol
La fe con que vivo
La potencia de mi voz
Los pies con que camino

Eres tu amor
Mis ganas de reir
El adios que no sabre decir
Porque nunca podre vivir sin ti



Si te marchas
Mi cielo se hara gris

Que venir por mi
Si te vas
Si te vas
Y me cambias
Por esa bruja
Pedazo de cuero
No vuelvas nunca mas
Que no estare aqui
-tu'/si tu te vas.
(Shakira)

MY FAVORITE POEM.

three things i Can do          s w i m.  s m i l e   w i t h   m y   e y e s.

three thingsi'd like to learn       italian, portuguese, Latin.

three fav. foods ripe fruits.vegetable soups& salad

things that i regret -answering the opposite of negative, once. buying that extra wide-striped, poof sleeved sweater @ the Gap.having that cube of cheese 4:14 oct.

just don't understand why my memory's terrible.

three things i'm embarassed to admit about myself

 

• 
  
  
  exceedingly impatient.i annoy people sometimes unintentionally on purpose..& i smile at myslef in the mirror.i like it, haha.
  
  
  
  

 

5 things on my desk 

1. 
   
   
   Globe w/ Hawaiin Umbrella at the top,
   
   
   
   
2. 
   
   
   Mint Owl Mug (ceramics),
   
   
   
   
3. 
   
   
   Lacoste Perfume,
   
   
   
   
4. 
   
   
   Paris 09/10 Planner,
   
   
   
   
5. 
   
   
   & My Blackberry.
   
   
   
   

i appreciate   t h o u g h t f u l l n e s s.

 

three things i love  being out & being home. relationships.

i'm afraid of      losing my memory, losing my mind.

people that make me laugh  krishna nisankarao, bhe, mysmellf.

three things i hate  - bleh. lacking passion, obligations& feeling remosrseful-finding things distasteful

i do every morning - .roll around in my own dirt. LOOK INTO THE MIRROR: "OH hello Amy Winehouse," my mirror says to me, I should say, this happens a lot more than i'd like. brush my teeth.

nate williams

FACTS:

#92 Fish can drown.

#99 You burn 20 calories an hour chewing gum.

#103 Frowning burns more calories then smiling.

#109 Smelling apples and/or bananas can help you lose weight.

 

 

(discovered at age seven)

My Favorite Poem

 W  i  n  t  e  r     S  w  e  e  t  n  e  s  s.

The little house is sugar

It's roof with snow is piled.

And from its tiny window,

Peeps a maple-sugar child.

By 17-year old Langston Hughes

I felt this poem displays a promsing connection with the author because it expatriates the same delightful sense of description. Both langston hughes and washington Irving BLAHBLAHBLAH. Lagnston hughes in this poem.... used inverted parallelism;chiasmuses and they craft the details in such an obstacular....because of their placement.BLAHBLAHBLAH.BSHET!

i lived those years, as do all young things, in a spell.

sin nombre.

RIMA LIII


intro:pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas,
como se adora a Dios ante su altar,
como yo te he querido... desengáñate:
¡así no te querrán!


todo alderedor de ti
si existira, pero nuca mas
y lo que estoy escribinedo se queda ..sin nombre.

no se porqur pierdo mi tiempo escribiendo..
sobre illusiones que nunca seran.
-Los mismos
memories engraved in my rain with sucha ttachmwent, that i hope hopelessly que desaparecan!pero, al mismo, su recuerdo.
cuando se acabaran!
pero que al mismo tiempo , me da una esencia e comodidad.
anywyas, this is how i felt.
how i felt.


;when you lose something you can't replace.

A mess.