Wednesday, December 15, 2010

You're missing the train...


A friend of mine started telling me how this one book she had been reading mentioned that in different countries, mainly collectivist societies, women were expected to marry at a young age. Some studies carried out throughout the world show that men usually start thinking they want to settle down at about 28 years old, women at 24.
Some Asian countries believe being 25 and single is by far the worst thing that could ever happen to a woman. You NEED to get married, you NEED to have a family, you NEED to be a housewife in order to fulfill your role as a woman. That's what you were born for.
Women who are 26 or older and have not gotten married, are likely to stay single and become the so-called spinsters.
OK... I understand studies show all this crap. But why?
Why do I need to worry about being 26 and not being married yet? Why does society try to make me feel like I'm a failure as a woman because I don't have somebody else's last name?
Why does society have to assume I'm going to either become a nun or start going to church everyday to find inner peace and reassure myself that God loves me, since no other man can?
Who established this stupid marrying age thing?
Why do people look at me like I have 5 heads when I say I'm single? Why do they give me the "Aw, I'm sorry" look when I say I don't have a boyfriend?
I don't need a man to prove how strong or how much of a woman I am. I AM a strong, determined, self-reliant woman, without kids, and without a husband.
Sometimes I think about some people I met back in the States, people who are a lot older than me and never even worry about being single. For what I remember, only Hispanics back in the US used to tell me I was missing the train... But again, why? Why do we feel the need to depend on somebody else to be truly happy? Why can't we focus on making OURSELVES happy rather than somebody else?
Sometimes I really think I was born in the wrong country and I grew up in the wrong culture. Sometimes I think there are just way too many discrepancies between me and my society, but I don't care. I refuse to give in.
I refuse to torture myself every night thinking I'm never going to get married. I refuse to believe I'm going to be frustrated and bitchy because I never changed my name or because I never found "the perfect catch".
I have plans of my own. I have plans that don't include a husband and children. I have plans that, as a matter of fact, would probably get ruined if these characters happened to be in the picture.
I don't think I'm missing the train. And I hate those who tell me so.
You don't miss the train unless you want to.
There's more than one train in life. There are plenty of trains... You just have to decide which one you want to get on.
If I miss the marriage train, I do know for a fact I haven't missed the most important one: the happiness train.
I got on that one a while ago and I packed everything I need.
If I ever decide to switch trains, then I will, but for now, I'm enjoying this ride.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving Day


So today people celebrated Thanksgiving Day in the US.When I first moved to the States I didn't quite understand the holiday, to be honest... But after seeing what it meant to people and actually being part of it, I started liking it...
We don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Ecuador, and I understand why... But seriously, we celebrate Halloween, and we can't celebrate Thanksgiving? Sucks!
Anyway... Even though I didn't get to sit around a big table with family and friends, and eat delicious food, I still started my day saying what I was thankful for...
Today, November 25, 2010, I am thankful for:
* My parents, for being the most amazing parents one can ask for.
* My brother, because even though he calls me Shamu every now and then, he's still the best brother ever, and because I miss him and I can't wait to see him again!
* Mia. She lights up my every day, that's all I can say.
* My family in general, because they are my rock.
* My friends, here in Ecuador and the ones in the US, for always being there. For being my friends.
* My school. Yes, my school. Because I don't think I could've ever gotten on with my life if I hadn't been so consumed by school. I don't think I would've gained back my self-confidence if I hadn't proven myself I was good at something again.
* For being alive.
A lot of times when things get hard, I've thought the easy way out would be to just give up. School's hard: give up. Love life sucks: give up. Someone lied to you: give up on them.
But the easy way out is not always the best way to go... I've learned nothing in life comes easy. Nothing WORTH HAVING, anyway.
I don't have everything a person would want... But I certainly have everything I need, and probably more.
I have a brilliant career and future ahead of me. I'm doing what I want, what I like. I have wonderful parents who support me, I have an amazing brother who always reminds me why I came back. I have the strength I need to move on, to keep going and never give up.
I'm thankful for my life! I'm thankful for being strong enough and for knowing when to say 'it's enough'. I'm thankful for knowing when to say yes, and when to say no.
I'm thankful for everything I have...
I don't think one day a year is enough. I think that's this world's problem. We have things we know we are thankful for, but we don't ever say it. We take things for granted. We wait until something happens and we lose them, or we fear we may lose them, until we decide to say how we feel. We assume they know.
Don't ever assume people know what you want to say. Don't ever assume God knows you're thankful. Don't ever assume anything. Say it. Show it. Prove it.
Life's too short not to. Life's way too great not to.
Be who you want to be, do what you want to do, and go where you want to go, but always remember to thank those who helped you get there...

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Make a wish! ★

Have you ever seen this and made a wish? How many times?
Personally, I lost count a loooong time ago!
I spent years of my life making wishes everytime I saw this... 10:10, 11:11, 12:12, 13:13, and so on... Years of years, wishing on stuff that looking back, I don't even think I ever got!
I looked at my clock not too long ago and it said 12:12. Then I looked again after a little while and it said 12:13, and I realized something... I didn't make a wish!
I don't ever make wishes anymore... I don't want to say I don't believe in wishes and dreams coming true anymore, because I do, believe it or not. But my idea of wishes has changed. I don't believe in asking for something and just sitting there hoping it will eventually come true...
I believe in wishes that you can work for and MAKE them come true... After all, they do say "Easy comes, easy goes", right? Victory tastes better when YOU pursue it, not when a shooting star grants it to you...

But anyway... After a few minutes I started thinking Have I run out of wishes? Is it really possible that I have nothing to wish for?
But the answers were more than obvious. I do. I do have things to wish for. PLENTY of things, as a matter of fact.
I wish I could graduate, for example. I wish I won the lottery! I wish I had a job so I could stop being a parasite. I wish I could go back to the States. I wish I lost weight. I wish this city were not so freaking dangerous. I wish I had a convertible. I wish I had a dog shelter. I wish I could give my grandma a youth potion and make her healthy again. I wish I could travel 24/7. I wish I was a UN interpreter. I wish men didn't cheat. I wish I could see him again...
Man, I could go on for hours and hours!
There are sooo many things people wish for! sooo many 'little' things that somehow become everything we want...
If you had a genie floating in front of you, and he told you you can make ONE single wish... What would you wish for?
What would be the ONE thing you think you absolutely need in your life in order to be truly happy? What is your ultimate wish?
Are you positive you wouldn't regret it later? Would you change your mind after a while and say "Man, I should've wished for that instead"

I can think of a million things I would want... But, do I really NEED them? Do I really need to have everything I wish for?
I am happy with what I have right now. I'm not rich, and I will probably never be. I don't drive a convertible, I'm not a UN interpreter. Heck, I'm not even an interpreter at all! I can't make my grandma young and healthy again, I can't win the lottery because I don't ever buy lottery tickets. I won't lose weight unless I go on a diet (or have plastic surgery, but since I'm broke, that's a no-go too)... I don't have any of the stuff I wish for, yet I am happy.
I'm happy with my life as it is right at this very second.
I love my family more than words can explain. I love school and I love what I do. I love my dog. I love my friends... I love everything I have. I love my perfectly imperfect life. I love what I have and I wouldn't trade it for the world...
So, after taking all this into consideration... Would I still need a genie? Would I still need a shooting star or a wishing well? Would I still need watches marking 11:11 everyday?
Probably...
I think after all I do have a wish left: I wish my life were always this great :)

Monday, November 22, 2010

Reencuentro? Say what?



Boys bands have always existed. I may be wrong, but I'm pretty sure it all started with NKOTB. Then there was BSB, N'Sync, and so on. I loved all 3 I just mentioned, for the record, but there was this one Mexican boys band I was absolutely crazy about. Exactly 15 years ago I was head over heels in love with this one boys band called Mercurio. And when I say head over heels I mean HEAD OVER HEELS.I remember every single wall in my room being covered with posters, pictures, CD covers, magazine articles, etc. I used to think they were the hottest guys on earth, and there was this one particular guy, Danny, that I swore I would marry one day...
I went to every single concert they gave here in Guayaquil. I bought every single CD. I grew up with them. I could relate to every single song. I knew deep inside, one day, we were going to live in the perfect world, and we were going to meet and be friends, and I was going to be Danny's wife and we would live happily ever after... Oh man, was I a dreamer or what!
I listened to their CDS every day before and after school. I used to do homework while listening to their CDS, I used to watch TV everytime they were on it and I used to record every show too. Looking back I guess you can say I was more obsessed than in love, but saying I was in love sounds a lot prettier :)
I was 11 years old when the band officially started, 16 when my favorite band members (the main ones, pretty much) left the band, and 18 when the band officially split up.
At 16, when they decided to "replace" Dany, Poncho, and Hector (who were by far THE one reason I loved them so much) I stopped following their shows as much. I hated the new guys, I really did. I couldn't stand watching them on TV cuz all I could think about was "that douche is singing what they used to sing" "that guy's taking all the credit for what the others did" and so on. I didn't stop listening to their music, but I never bought the new CD with the new guys... I listened to the 3 I had always listened to...
Time passed by and Mercurio became a long forgotten memory... Nobody would even talk about them. Sometimes, though, I would listen to one of their songs on the radio and all the memories would come back in a second... but after a while the fuzz was gone again.
Then I moved to the States and never heard about them again.
Not too long ago, back in Guayaquil, I heard one of their songs on the radio. I thought I was going to crash because I got so excited I felt I couldn't keep driving anymore...
And then I heard the news: The possibility of a comeback!!! O H M Y G O D ! ! !
I am a 26 year old girl who gets excited over a bunch of skinny dudes singing. Does that make me a loser? Hell, if so, I'll be the happiest loser on earth!
I joined every single fan page on facebook, I've done everything I can to be part of this "Operacion Reencuentro" to get them to come back on stage... And apparently they have decided they miss singing and they want to go on tour starting April next year.
I am, as I type this, smiling like an idiot, bouncing on my bed, trying not to scream because everyone else in the house is already sleeping...
I'm going to see Mercurio, again, after 10 years!!! I'm going to see the 5 young men who made me believe love could be possible, who made me think there was still room for romanticism in life, who made me think one day I was going to find that someone special too, who made me realize life is great, and sometimes even if it sucks, you just have to let go and move on...
I'm going to see them. I'M GOING TO SEE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They don't have any official dates or anything as of right now, but they've admitted they ARE getting back together. Even if it's for one concert in every country or city... That's enough.
I am trying to make sense as I type but I'm having a real hard time focusing... I'm just overwhelmed. This is too much excitement and joy for me to handle...
I love Mercurio. Yes, I still do! I still listen to their music, in spite of what others may say about me, and I still cry with some of their songs...
I think it's a wonderful thing they're getting back together and I am soooooooooo looking forward to that concert! OMG! Thank you God! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now it's time to calm the F down and go to bed... I'll need my sanity in case they do decide to go on tour...

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

"Always be a poet, even in prose." ~Charles Baudelaire

I remember when I was a kid how much I used to love poetry... I didn't know much about poets, of course, but I used to love all those cheesy mushy poems that talked about nothing but a perfect love.
I liked poetry so much I even started writing myself... I used to write one cheesy poem after another (for real!) and everytime I would finish one, I would close the notebook and read it again the next day. If I didn't like it, I would throw it in the trash and write a new one.
I guess it was that easy. Sometimes I wish I had saved some of them so I could see what "my feelings" were back then, but I didn't. I threw all of them away.
When I was in high school I entered this poetry contest... We were supposed to write them on some kind of poster so they could hang it and everyone could read it. I still remember mine... It had a girl standing in the middle of some dirt road, crying. There was a broken heart behind her and a boy walking away way back...
Surprisingly, such 'cheesiness' actually worked. I won the third place. I couldn't believe it, I swear. At the time I felt like I had accomplished so much, I felt like a poet myself. My poem was even published in the school's newspaper. Looking back all I can say is HOW EMBARASSING!

I can't remember ever writing another poem after that one... I honestly don't know if my inspiration just flew away with that, or what, but I never wrote again. I still love writing, but I don't write poems anymore. I write more about personal stuff. I write journals, I write letters, I write ideas, but I don't write poems.
Sometimes I think it was the fact that I had always written for myself. I had never shown anyone my 'work' and all of a sudden having one published, pretty much broke that golden rule and I was doomed.

Sometimes when I read some cheesy poem, depending on my mood, I'll say "Aw, how sweet." But most of the time, all I can say is "How cheesy!"
But why am I writing about this? Well, because I'm taking this one class called Contemporary Nobel Peace Prizes in Literature. We're analyzing some Nobel Peace Prize winners and of course, one of the writers we're analyzing is Pablo Neruda.
I have to admit I do NOT enjoy reading his work. I'm sure the guy is (or was) awesome, otherwise he wouldn't have won a prize, but I just don't see that beauty that everyone else seems to see... All those poems, one sadder than the other, are just way too much for me.
I also have to admit I have to read every poem at least twice to understand what he's actually trying to say, but even after I get the point... I'm like "WHAT?"
I can see why people consider him romantic, and loving, and whatever they want to call him... I just don't see it.
Sometimes I wonder if everything that's happened to me, meaning horrible relationships and heartbreaks left and right, are the cause of this... Maybe all that excitement that came with poetry is just gone after seeing how all those lines are just a lie. All that "I will love you forever" "Forever you'll be in my heart" and bull is just that... Bull.
Maybe I won't like poetry again unless somebody who PROVES those lines can actually be true comes along... In the meantime, all they are is just a bunch of mushy pointless words.
And in the end, all poems end the same way: one loves, one leaves.
I think I have enough of my own drama and loveless experiences to dive into more by reading all this crap... Neruda might have won a Nobel Peace Prize but his work doesn't do a thing for me.
Does that make me a pessimist? Hmm... I think I'd have to say it makes me more of a realist.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Beauty standards


Every single day when you open a magazine, or go on some website, or look at some billboard... anywhere you look you see beautiful, super skinny models. Tall, blonde, with mile-long legs, perfect boobs, perfect abs, legs, hips... The whole picture, the whole image shows a flawless girl...
You go shopping and every single manechin in display is a size zero. Of course.
You go to school and you see girls looking at themselves in the mirror screaming "OMG! Look at my fat!!!" even if they weigh probably 100 pounds, tops.
You watch TV and every celebrity is a perfect size zero showing a perfect tan.

After all this... I, who am clearly NOT a size zero, can't help but wonder "What the fuck happened here?" Since when does everyone HAVE to be toothpick skinny?
Who set those standards? Was it those ridiculously rich stupid girls who can afford to get plastic surgeries and fix everything they don't like? Cuz I know for sure it wasn't regular girls like me.
I have always known being fat is not good for you: it's bad for your health, it's bad for your self-esteem, it's bad for whatever reason society feels like telling you it's bad... (ok, maybe I agree on the health one)
I know being fat is not necessarily great. But is being a damn toothpick healthy?

One of the classes I'm taking this bimester is Health and Nutrition (big shocker, I know!) I honestly signed up for the class because I figured I would learn something new and maybe change my eating habits, get to exercise a little and who knows, maybe lose a little weight in a near future... Oh, BIG MISTAKE! My professor does nothing but remind us how lean you have to be, how important it is to be skinny, and the best part... HOW CHUBBY WE ARE!
Chubby... I really hate that word. It really bothers me! I personally don't like euphemisms, so I'd much rather have you call me fat to my face than try to be polite and/or nice saying stuff like "chubby".
Like I said, I know being FAT is not necessarily sexy, or pretty. I understand that. But seriously... I can count with my right hand fingers the really sexy/pretty girls I know who are actually worth having a conversation with. There are plenty of pretty girls out there, there are tons of girls who are smarter than anyone would think, but people don't seem to realize it because their jeans are not skin-tight and because their boobs are not a size DD.
You hear people talk about diets 24/7, you see people opening up new businesses trying to 'help' people lose weight, gyms in every single corner of the city... Just everything everywhere you look screams "we hate fat!"
And going shopping? My God, God forbid you even tried to go shopping in this stupid city. Not only will you not find anything that fits you, but the salesperson might even actually tell you "sorry, you're too big, we don't sell clothes that big". Makes me want to spend every single dime I have on me...

So, after rambling so much about this... What I'm trying to say is:
  1. I understand being fat is not healthy.
  2. I understand being skinny might bring you more benefits as far as health, and of course, looks.
However, I don't seem to understand why people think you're only worth talking to if you're skinny. Ok, this has nothing to do with guys only liking skinny girls or anything. I'm way past that point, trust me, I gave up a long time ago.
This has more to do with how society treats you. How is it even possible that you don't get a job because here people request to see a picture of you before they even give you an interview? How is it possible that even if you meet the requirements for the position, you're not hot enough so you just don't get the job?
Where the hell has this society gone? When did we become so superficial? When did we decide what pretty or smart should look like?

My brain is not measured by how much my body weighs. My brain, my maturity, my personality, my soul is not measured by how thin my waistline is.
I just can't understand how our society has become so stupidly superficial and ignorant that will prefer someone with a nice body who has a peanut where their brain should be, than someone who may actually know what 1+1 is only because of "beauty standards."
Fuck beauty standards. Being pretty and stupid does not mean you meet the beauty standards.
Your pretty face, your super long legs, your perfectly perky boobs are not going to last forever --sorry to break it to you, but gravity is a bitch, no matter how many times you go under the knife!-- Outside beauty is ephemeral. Brains are not.

I have nothing against skinny people. My god, if I did I wouldn't have any friends. Don't get me wrong, this is not just a hate post. I do love skinny people. What I can't stand is STUPID skinny people who think they've conquered the world because they can wear tiny clothes and because they don't have any rolls when they sit down.
It's cool you're skinny, but all that skin you're missing, should at least be evened out with what you have in your head. Don't think you own the world because you're pretty. Work on your brain. When you lose your beauty, when you stop meeting those beauty standards, how are you going to survive?
If you like being skinny, so be it. Enjoy your thinness. If you like being fat, enjoy it as well. But don't go around in life making others feel less, making them feel like they're worth nothing because they weigh a few more pounds... Don't call people chubby. Don't call them fat. Don't call them any names. Call them by THEIR names. They are people, not a jean size.
There's more to life than just looks, and after all, beauty comes in all sizes, whether you like it or not.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

"The best mirror is an old friend." - George Herbert

Most people graduate from high school thinking about every single thing they hated about it and the million reasons they would never go back...
Most people believe high school is a nightmare and they are simply glad it's over.
I know this because I have done it too. I, too, have thought about a thousand things I hated about HS and all I can say is "Geez... I'm glad it's over."

The truth is, I AM glad it's over, but not just because I don't have to get up at 5:30 every morning, or because I don't HAVE to take classes I don't want or like.
I'm glad HS's over because HS brought these 3 girls into my life and was the place where an amazing friendship started...
People say there's always something that reminds you of yourself when you pick your friends... I have not been able to prove that theory just yet. I don't know if my friends are like me, but I do know they are what compliments me to some extent.

After HS, life took us all on a different path, we don't see each other every single day anymore, we don't talk every day, we don't do homework together, we barely party together anymore... But it's not really that big a deal: there's still that little something that makes it right whenever we see each other.
We may not be there 24/7, but we are there for those moments that matter...
We are there for birthdays, holidays, random going-out nights, weddings, and now the first baby shower.
We have been there for some sad moments too, but we're not going to spoil this entry remembering those...

Truth be told, no matter how many NEW friends each one of us makes, or how many people become our good or new best friends... there's always a place in my heart that will forever belong to the 4 of us.
No matter how far away we are from each other and no matter where the path may lead us, we will always find a way back home, to us, to the 4 of us...
Or so I hope.
Thanks for sharing the great and the not-so-great times...
Your friendship means the world to me, and I know for a fact I would have not gotten out of some deep black holes if it hadn't been for you.
Thank you again, I love you all.


"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart"

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Your money (or your cell) or your life...


According to the latest UN report, Guayaquil is the 14th most dangerous city in Latin America; Quito is the 17th one.
Anybody who lives in Guayaquil knows just how dangerous it is to drive around the city, or even worse, to walk around no matter at what time...
There has always been crime, granted, but I know for a fact it had never been this bad before.

3 nights ago on my way back home from school, this little boy -- 12-14 years old tops -- tried to mug me. Luckily, my window was almost all the way up and he couldn't reach for my phone, my watch or whatever he may have wanted.
The kid had a knife, and even though he was 100 lbs. lighter than me (if not more), the fact that he had his knife against my skin made him 100 times stronger.
It's impossible to describe that feeling: that precise moment when somebody's yelling at you telling you to give up your phone, or your wallet, or he will cut your arm, kill you, or God knows what. This whole thing may have lasted no longer than a minute or 2 total, but it sure felt like hours of uncertainty and desperation.
It's the second time someone's tried to mug me, and all I can say is I'm TERRIFIED there will be a third one.

I'm terrified to leave my house because I think someone's going to try to kidnap me to steal my car and maybe even kill me in the process...
What ever happened to Guayaquil? When did we become the perfect spot for crime?
What the hell was the president thinking when he decided stealing up to $600 was not a crime, or forbid any kind of mistreatment and/or abuse against thieves and/or murderers?
What's next, Mr. President? Thieves will get a reward for stealing?
I am sure he won't realize just how bad he's hurt his country until someone points a gun directly at his head and threatens to kill him for his money. Sounds horrible, I know... But that's the sad reality we've come to now...

People always give me dirty looks when I say I miss Fl and I want to move back. It's not that I don't love my country or my city... I do, and I do think this country has so many beautiful things, so many beautiful places to be explored, the people are so nice, friendly and welcoming that makes you want to stay here... I know that. I'm aware of it... But all those beauties we have to share become absolutely nothing when you can't offer safety to its citizens, let alone tourists.

It's a shame we've come to this point and I think I can honestly say even though I love my city, I can't wait to get the hell out of here.
Not trying to be mean here, but I need to be somewhere where I don't worry about being mugged, or stabbed or shot every day when I leave my house. I know how bad it sounds, but I'm not making it up, the UN backs what I said...
I hope one day things change. I hope one day when we have a smarter president we can enforce our laws and thieves can be punished even if they steal a piece of gum...
I hope one day we can all walk around, no matter the time of the day, without any type of worries...
Until then, I'll stick to my house-school-house route...
How awesome is that? Thieves not only try to steal my phone or wallet, but now they also steal my social life. Thanks a lot, jerks. I hate you all...

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

"Single and ready to mingle"

Have you ever stopped for a minute to actually think about what being "single" means?
Probably in many other countries, the word single simply means NOT having a boyfriend and/or husband. Period.
In our country, however, it seems to have such a horrible connotation that people seem to run as far away from it as possible.
Being single has been stigmatized and people believe you can only be happy if you are in some sort of relationship...
There are people who are miserable in their relationships, but they would still never break it off because they refuse to be single.

I know there are people who think I'm just a love hater. I'm not, believe it or not.
I do like being in love and I think it's probably the most wonderful feeling ever.
However, I'm a very realistic person. Those daydreaming days are long gone and there is simply no more room for stupid utopias. Love is what it is. Life is what it is.
I have to admit I HATE seeing people settling for less than they know they want and deserve, out of fear of being alone.

Since when does being alone mean being lonely?
Why do we have to think that we can't find happiness if we are alone? Why do we have to hold onto someone else or base our happiness on someone other than ourselves?
How can we look at ourselves in the mirror every morning and truly smile and say I AM HAPPY?
It's taken me exactly 2 years and 4 months to get there.
I think I can finally look at myself in the mirror with a smile on my face and say "I'm ok. I'm happy."

Why should I hate myself for being single?
Why should I be sad or depressed because I don't have someone to call me 24/7 and monitor every single one of my steps? Why should I be sad if I don't have someone to get jealous because I talk to a friend? Why should I be sad if I don't have someone who will break my heart?
People only see being single as the worst thing that could possibly happen to them. Instead, they should embrace that status. They should do what fulfills them. They should go out and party, maybe hang out with friends, go for a walk, go to the beach, read a book, watch a movie, or simply do things you never got around to because you were always busy with somebody else.

I have been in love before. I, too, have felt that kind of love that makes your legs shake and your conscience fly away with a simple kiss. I have felt what ultimate love and passion is.
And that is the one and only reason I refuse to settle for less than that.
I refuse to hold somebody's hand if I know that person doesn't own 100% of my heart. I refuse to say I love you to somebody if I don't feel it 100%. I refuse to share a life with someone only because I'm afraid I won't find somebody else.
I refuse to waste my time and make that person waste theirs.
I refuse to settle for less than perfection.
If this means I have to be single, so be it.
I'm a smart person, I'm talented, and one day I will be a freaking awesome and successful translator who won't need somebody else's approval to find ultimate happiness.
I refuse to be afraid to be alone.
I refuse to be like everybody else...
I'm stronger than that. I'm better than that...
Being single doesn't mean you're not good enough for anyone. It means no one is good enough for you.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

NASCAR


When I first moved to the US my knowledge of Racing didn't go beyond F1.
One day, at work, the race was on TV and since I was holding the door, I pretty much had to watch it... I have to admit the first couple of times I watched it, all I could think about was "Who the hell watches this? Could it get ANY more boring?"
I used to think NASCAR was only cars going around in circles, which is what a lot of people think. Fortunately, there was this one manager who was a huuuuuuuuuuuuuge NASCAR fan and he took the time to explain to me how everything worked... It turns out, it's a lot more complicated than most sports - at least when it comes to points and stuff - and surprisingly, it is anything BUT boring.

Ok, ok, if you sit in front of your TV and watch a 5 hour race without even taking a potty break, you will most likely get sick of it and change the channel... (Trust me, I used to do the same)
However, if you ever have the chance to actually go to a race, your whole perspective about racing WILL change... That's not a question, it's a statement.
The very first minute you walk into the speedway and you see thousands and thousands of people walking around wearing their favorite driver's stuff, I swear to God you get chills down your spine...
You see people walking by you, carrying their team's seat cushions, their beer koozies, t-shirts, coolers, bags, backpacks, tents, you name it, they have it!
Everyone drinking beer, having barbeques, tailgating... It's absolutely awesome! The atmosphere is just amazing!
Then you have an amazing singer performing the national anthem, then you have jet planes flying above you giving you goosebumps with every mile they advance, then the Grand Marshall who is usually someone famous as well saying the magic words "Gentlemen, start your engines!" as you hear how every single one of the engines starts running...
And then the race starts... The cars flying by are soooo loud but not loud that hurts your ears - or maybe it does, but there is so much adrenaline you probably don't even feel the pain - the sound of the engines and the smell of the burning tires is beyond describable...
The huge smoke cloud that forms whenever there's a crash is sooo nerve wracking and yet soooo exciting at the same time you just want to jump over the fences and see what happened!
(Meanwhile, you're chugging down beers left and right, of course...)
And then, just when you think your favorite driver, who's been leading the past 100 laps, is going to win the race, somebody touches him and he crashes... Another big wreck and your poor driver is pushed back to last place and the guy you hate the most wins it...
Interestingly though, even though it is not YOUR driver who won, the burnout is soooo freaking phenomenal that you just don't care at one point... You just want to be there and see it live! And see the driver splashing champagne on everyone, all the confetti, the fireworks... Oh man, it's quite a show.

In the end... you realize it's not just cars going in circles... As a matter of fact, there are no round tracks, they're mostly oval, but there are some other shapes as well, except for circle ones :)
After hours of watching it and following it every week, after keeping track of your driver's point standings for 9 months, you're a NASCAR fan too before you even know it...

I remembered just how much I loved races tonight because the Coke 400 was on. Unfortunately, I had to watch it in Spanish and Jimmie did not win, but it was pretty awesome. It certainly brough back some memories, which was good :)
I had forgotten just how much fun races were :)
Hopefully one day I will be able to be at one again :)

Thursday, July 1, 2010

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself. ~Josh Billings


I can't think of a year of my life when I haven't had a dog around.
Ever since I was born, I have always had the greatest luck to have a dog as a part of my family.
Every time I've lost one, it's taken me forever to get over the loss...
I've had people call me crazy because I've always shared my bed with my dog... Up until 7 1/2 months ago I did with Coca, now I do with Mia...
The truth is, dogs have never been just "dogs" for me. They have always been part of my family, one of us...
This brings me to the reason why I'm writing this entry...
I went on a short road trip to this little beach town with some friends from school...
One night, when we were on the beach having some drinks, this beautiful dog walked up to us and sat next to us...
He smelled like beach. He was a little wet and he was shaking... We came to the conclusion that it was some sort of brain-related problem, because his whole lower body kept shaking even when he was sleeping...
We named him Décalage... T&I related... Not really important.
Anyway... He walked up to me and I started petting him... After a few minutes I decided to pick him up and let him sit on my lap...
The poor little thing was shaking so bad but he soon laid his head on my arms and fell asleep... Whenever I moved him, he would wake up and then went back to sleep right away...
At one point, he basically crawled up on my chest and fell asleep there. I could hear him snore... He was perfectly comfortable and he had his arm on mine... He looked so peaceful and happy...
I could tell he had never been held like that before... I could tell no one had ever pet him like that before, and even worse, no one had ever rocked him to sleep before...
As I type this, I can still picture his little face in my mind and it breaks my heart to know there are evil people out there who see dogs like him, in desperate need of food, water, shelter, but most important, of love and simply do nothing about it.
I wanted so bad to bring him home with me, but I knew my mom would've killed me...
I don't understand how people have dogs and just kick them out and throw them on the street like they're a piece of garbage... I don't understand how you see a dog walk up to you, obviously hungry and begging for food, and you just shush them away in disguise.
How can you have such a cold heart? How can you deny a little dog something to eat, or 5 minutes of your time to pet him and make him feel loved?
It broke my heart to leave him there. It still breaks my heart to know he's out there, lonely, walking along that beach, hoping someone will give him some shelter...
I wish people understood just how amazing having a dog is... I really do hope one day we can drive around the city without having to see hungry stray dogs everywhere...
I hope one day I have enough money to build my own shelter, where I can bring not only Décalage, but all his friends too...
I have said this before and I know people think I'm crazy and they choose not to believe me... But one day, I will have my own dog shelter... Even if it's not huge or fancy. Even if I have to have it in my own garage... I will have my own shelter.
I owe plenty of amazing and happy times to these animals, and one day having a shelter will be my own way of saying THANK YOU and giving something back to them...
I have set my mind to a lot of things my entire life but this is my OWN dream I've kept since I was a kid. I will fight whoever I have to, but I promise I will have my own shelter.
I know I can't change people's minds and there will always be stray dogs... But all I know is I will make that difference. Even if I only get to help a small percentage of doggies that need help, I will be that one person who helps them and loves them...
One day, I will make sure no more Décalages walk around begging for food.
One day I will be able to give dogs a tiny piece of the incredible love and happiness they have brought into my life...

DOG SHELTER: COMING SOON.
Note: The dog in the picture is Décalage. Picture taken by Vicky Buitron :)

Sunday, June 27, 2010

"The world is only a book, and those who do not travel read only a page"


(Famous quote by St. Augustine...)
Ever since I was a kid I have loved traveling...
When my brother and I were little my parents used to take us on road trips ALL THE TIME!
I can still remember my dad walking in my room and saying "Let's go!" and whenever I would ask "where?" he would just smile and say "just pack a swimsuit and a jacket, we don't know where we're going yet"...
I guess I grew up with those lines and I took them seriously...
As a kid, I LOVED getting in the car and start riding without having a clue of what our next stop would be. Sometimes we would end up at the beach, which we loved! And some other times we would end up in the highlands, freezing our butts off, but it was cool because we had packed clothes for either weather and the excitement of staying at a hotel was just priceless...
They say "Like father, like son", right?
Well... All I can say is I agree :)
Just like my dad, I love getting in my car and driving without a specific plan of destination...
I love driving and driving and seeing where my car takes me.
The beach is usually my common choice, not only because I LOVE the beach, but also because it's closer... Unfortunately, driving to the highlands is something I haven't learned just yet and I don't really wanna drive my car off of a hill or something :)
But that's a different story...
The point of this entry is that I think I know where my passion for traveling comes from now...
I owe it to my dad - one of the many things I owe to this wonderful man! .
I love driving, I love feeling the air blow on my face and sticking my hand out the window and feeling the weather go from hot to warm, and then to cooler, and then to chilly and/or freezing.
I love walking around a new town, taking pictures, talking to people, buying stuff I won't ever wear or use in my life, eating their local food, etc.
I just LOVE traveling.
As a matter of fact, I will be going on a road trip tomorrow :)
My friends and I are going whale watching in Puerto Lopez, Manabi :)
I hope I get to see at least one whale! :)
We got everything we need: A car, music, awesome people and of course: the urgent desire to get the hell away from this city! :)
Good luck to us, Puerto Lopez here we comeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!! :)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

I'm movin' on

Rascal Flatts is probably one of my favorite country bands of all times... Their songs have that power to literally give me goosebumps... I just LOVE every single one of their songs, and the truth is I listen to them whenever I'm feeling down...
There's this one song called "I'm movin' on" and I swear it's my song...
The lyrics are simply phenomenal... But there's this one part I simply love and it goes like this "I'm movin' on and at last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me, and I know there's no guarantees but I'm not alone. There comes a time in everyone's life when all you can see are the years passing by, and I have made up my mind that those days are gone... I'm movin' on"

Today I took the very last step towards my goal: TO MOVE ON.
I know it won't be as easy as I try to make it sound... But, I know it certainly won't be any harder than it's already been...
The toughest part is already over...
Slowly but surely I will get there, and I know I will be able to say one of these days "I AM over it"
I have a good life... I have great friends and I have the most amazing family ever... I have a wonderful dog that loves me and I have a life-consuming and yet A-M-A-Z-I-N-G major in school, with an awesome career ahead of me...
I have way too many good things going on in my life to ruin them by thinking about the past.
I read a quote once that said "Forget about the people from the past, there's a reason they didn't made it to your future" and I couldn't possibly agree more...
That's where you belong. The future is where I do.
I'm moving on and I'm leaving you and your drama behind...
And for once in a very long time I feel strong and ready to go :)

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

G R I N G O S

When I lived in the States people would ALWAYS feel offended whenever they heard me or somebody else talk and the word "gringo" came up...
It took me a veeeeeeery long time to try to make them understand that gringo is not an insult. Of course, there was always some wiseass who would prove me wrong by adding a not-so-nice adjective right before (or after) it...
However, if we're not using any offensive adjectives, the word gringo is not an insult... It simply means "foreigner".
Now, gringo doesn't necessarily mean "American white boy" either, because we call EVERY foreigner gringo... You can be Norwegian, Swedish, French, Swiss, British, Canadian, American, or from any other country where people have light-colored skin, and you will be considered a gringo...

So why am I talking about gringos?
Because I was looking up some info and for some reason I found this picture of a tote bag and it just cracked me up!
It is exactly the kind of tote bag I would walk around with! :)
Yup... The truth is I, too, LOVE GRINGOS!

Now, wait... This doesn't mean I ONLY like Americans.
I do love Americans, but when I say gringos, I'm being a regular Ecuadorian who really means foreigners.
I LOVE foreigners, for some reason.
It is not that inferiority complex that so many people talk about... I do NOT think just because a guy is a foreigner he's gonna be better, or less of a cheater, or less of a douchebag than a local guy. Not at all. As a matter of fact, I've had plenty of experiences with foreigners that have actually PROVED me that no matter where a guy is from, it's just his nature to be an ass, gringo or not.
So no, it's not because they are better...
There is just something about them that makes my head spin like crazy... There's something about foreigners that almost makes me want to forget how much I hate men at the moment, and fall in love again!
I know, I know... How cheesy and lame! But I can't help it...

For some reason, local guys don't do anything for me... Yes, I've seen some local guys who are pretty hot and do make me stare for a minute or two... But after that? Nahhh... All interest is gone. I just don't care...
It could be the fact that foreigners speak a different language, or the fact that they try to speak Spanish and they do it with that gorgeous foreign accent; or it could probably just be that beautiful light skin with those amazingly captivating blue eyes and that perfect smile that makes every ordinary thing they do look simply and extremely sexy.

*sigh*... I don't know... All I know is I'm very glad I get to see some of these wonderful men at school and forget for a little while that I have to look at local not-so-appealing men 24/7...
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Ecuadorian men, like I said before, some of them are hot too, I guess... But they just don't do anything for me...

I love gringos, I find them interesting, atractive, sexy, intriguing... Oh, and I could go on for hours.
And yeah, why not, I love the contrast their skin against mine would make... Is that a little too much info?
Oh, well...

Thank God for Gringos! :)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Friendship is when 2 friends walk in opposite directions, and yet remain side by side...

I can go days without talking to my best friend...
And when I say days I mean a whole week, maybe even more sometimes...
Unfortunately, with me being in school all day and her working at the hell hole 24/7, there isn't really that much time left for us to talk... At least not as much as we would like to.
The funny thing is, no matter how many days we go without talking, when we do, it's like time never really passed.
We catch up right away, and even though she hasn't really seen me in 2 and a half years, she still knows every single expression/look in my face...
She knows why I raise my eyebrows, she knows when I roll my eyes, she knows when I lie, she knows when I'm hiding something from her... I swear it feels like we never spent any time away from each other, and she's still in the bedroom next door asking me what's up...
Who would've thought that one day, at the hostess stand, talking about pizzas and floor plans we would become best friends...

I've said a few times I don't miss the hell hole, and I can still remember how many times I used to say I hated it, but the truth is in spite of all the things that happened to me there, and all the shitty days I had, the hell hole is not just where I met my very best friend, it's where I met my sister.
There are just way too many memories to even try to list them here, but all I can say is thanks to you, Lace, I learned what a true and loyal friendship is... Literally through thick and thin, and I will never find enough words to thank you for that...
Daytona, race week, bike week, Panama City, New Smyrna, Miami Beach, South Beach, Fort Lauderdale, Gators, The Alehouse, Chili's, Steak&Shake, Denny's, The Winghouse, Ross, Walmart at 3am, La Granja, I-Drive, Tampa, Busch Gardens, MGM, Epcot, Magic Kingdom, Tabu, Mako's, ROXY, Deland (random parking lot at 5am), Wekiwa Springs, Old Town...
It's impossible to list 3 and a half years of amazing memories in one blog...
All I can say is I had the best time of my life! I don't know how much different things would've been if you hadn't been around... I don't know if they would've been more fun, or awfully boring... All I know is I'm forever grateful for having you as a part of it :)
I love you and I miss you like you have no idea...
I can't wait to see you buddy!!!!!!!! :)
Luv ya!

Your part in my story is over.


They say you shouldn't regret what once made you smile...
I don't regret meeting you or having you in my life... I only regret not giving this story the ending it should've or could've deserved...

Monday, June 14, 2010

I'm done, buddy.

I'm done. I'm done with all the bullshit, all the lies... I don't need this.
I have way too much going on in my life to even waste my precious time on this.
I doubt you will ever read this, but if for some reason you do, I hope you know this is the very last time I waste my time writing about you...

As of today, you are no longer a part of me. You will no longer occupy a minute of my time, a space in my mind, and most important, a place in my heart.
It took a lot for you to get there, and I went through hell trying to keep you there too... But just like that, just like I fought heaven and hell with everything I had just to keep you there, I'm tearing you off. I'm kicking you out of my heart and you are no longer welcome, BUDDY.

I hope you're happy with her... I really do.
I could never wish you anything bad... You deserve to be happy, but I do too.
Obviously, time has shown us both that happiness is precisely us NOT being together, and well... we can't fight fate, or at least I know I certainly can't.
I hope she makes you happy, I hope she gives you everything you want and need. I hope she drives you crazy as you drove me, and I sure hope she loves you as much as I loved you.

However, there's one thing I want to know...
Why did you have to lie? Was it really that hard to be honest with me? Do I really deserve that little from you? Why couldn't you just come clean and tell me she was part of your life already? Why would you deny it everytime I asked you?
Ugh... See, that's what aggravates me.
It's not the fact that you've found somebody else, but the fact that you lied about it.

But it's ok... You probably don't think this is that big a deal, and you're probably right, so we're just going to drop it...
I can't do this anymore... What's not meant to be won't ever be.
I'm completely worn out, I give up.
I'm officially done.

I wish you the best of luck. It was good meeting you. Have a good life.

A bundle of joy


I found out today another friend of mine is having a baby...
It feels like everyone's either getting married or getting pregnant.
I mean, seriously... probably 60% of my friends are moms and/or wives.
WHY??? Yeah, yeah... I knowwww! Because they have found "the one" and they are truly "in love".

Well, all I can do is wish them all the best, believe it or not... I know I am The Grinch when it comes to relationships, but I don't ever wish them any bad stuff or any harm at all. I do wish them the best of luck and hopefully they will prove me wrong one day and they will show me that love is as a matter of fact, worthwhile. In the end, if it doesn't work for me, I'm glad it does for them.

Anyway... while all this is going on, while all my friends are getting pregnant left and right, I have my own little bundle of joy at home.
I, like them, have my own baby whom I get to come home to...
True, she may not scream and call me mommy, but she can wag her tail and bark louder than any baby ever will :)
Yes, I'm talking about my puppy, Mia.
I know some people may say I'm crazy and a dog will never ever compare to a child, and in some ways it may be true... But the truth is, I don't need to find a guy to knock me up to have someone who's happy to see me at home.
If you ever met Mia you would understand why I say she's my baby...
I mean, she sleeps with me every night, but not just in my bed... She sleeps like right next to me, and if I happen to get hot and I push her away (which is kinda hard considering she weighs like 50-60 pounds, at least) she cries and slowly goes back to where she was.
When we wake up in the morning, she stretches and kisses (err, should I say lick?) me good morning; she has breakfast with me, she goes out for a walk with me, she sits next to me while I read the newspaper and brings me her toys so I can play with her.
If I need to go somewhere, the grocery store, the corner store, or anywhere where I won't take forever, she goes with me, always sitting in her seat: the passenger seat.
She cries when I leave, and jumps like craaaazy when I come home...
The way she looks at me is just amazing... She truly is always happy to see me.
When I'm sad, when I have absolutely no strength left and I feel like just giving up, she comes running around the corner with her squeaky toy in her mouth and sets it on my lap. Oh, and she can tell when I'm sad too and I don't feel like playing... she'll sit next to me and just stare at me with those big dark eyes, she won't even move... she will just sit there... I can literally cry on her and she will lick my face, almost like saying "it's going to be ok"... She's my one and only company, that's for sure... I sure as hell wish my friends were as loyal and awesome... No offense.


I know, some people might even say I'm crazy because no matter how many dogs I have, it will never be the same as hearing your own child say your name, or call you mommy, or tell you they love you... I know, I get that...
But at the same time, I also have the advantage of never having Mia call me a witch or tell me she hates me for not letting her go out on a Friday night or because I don't like the boy she's dating.
No matter how many times I get mad at her, she will always come running when she sees me and will always kiss me goodnight...
So, in spite of what others might say or think, I do have my own baby too...
I'm not married, I haven't been and probably won't ever be pregnant, but I have my own little kid at home, and it's ok if she doesn't get to say I love you to me... In this kind of situation too, an action says more than a thousand words...
Thank God for her.

Friday, June 11, 2010

L I F E !


I seriously forgot what having a life was like!
I'm exactly on my 14th bimester in a row, WITHOUT a freaking vacation...
I've gone to the beach one or another weekend, yes, but I have not had the time to sit and think about nothing, or to lay on the sand and tan while listening to music like any other human being...

Everytime I've been to the beach, or wherever it is I've gone, I've had professors emailing me homework assignments, or I've had to read tons of pages, or I've had to do some translations... and the one week I actually had off (well, I actually took 10 days off because I was about to grab my bag and move in to the looney house), a friend of mine from back home, who's a 1st grade teacher, asked me to translate her monthly planner for her class... And of course, me being as nice as always, had to do it... So not even then could I relax and forget about school... Geez.


What ever happened to my life?
When did I become this loser who's writing this block in one Internet Explorer tab while the other 7 tabs that are open are youtube speeches on biofuels that I need to download so I can practice simul?
When did I start spending every freaking weekend at home, doing homework?
What happened to sleeping in and staying in bed all day, doing nothing but wasting brain cells watching stupid tv shows?
What happened to going out every weekend, and partying/dancing/drinking the night away?
Damnnn... I miss that!

I miss waking up in the morning and saying "I'm bored... Let's go shopping!"
I miss going to Gators and spending every single dollar in my wallet, drinking!
I miss walking around the mall, doing some window shopping.
I miss going shopping. Period.
I miss going out to eat with my friends... I miss going for a drive to the beach, or any other random place... I miss calling my friends to see what they were up to and just hanging out with them, playing cards, or gossiping about everyone we knew...
I miss having a life.

Now all I have is speeches, homework, workshops, readings, essays, tapes, notes...
I'm loving how ironic the little picture on this post is.
"Don't take life too seriously..." *sigh*... well, I don't really think I have a choice at this point :/

Man... I need a drink.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Happy Hour


Where does the term HAPPY HOUR come from?
Yes, we all know it all started because it was supposed to be on Fridays, around 5pm, when people usually get off work and go out for a drink or 2...
However, we know now that happy hour is not only on Fridays anymore (which I'm completely thankful for!) and I think we may have found a new meaning for this term.

I went out with my T&I friends today, we went to Chili's because they have Happy Hour from 4-8... Well, we weren't there for an hour, so the term happy 'hour' doesn't quite fit in this context... However, the term 'happy' sure as hell does!
Aside from all the alcohol involved ($117 to be exact), happy was the exact word we could've used to describe the moment...
Any other person would've or could've thought we were some geeks making jokes nobody could understand, but the truth is, every single joke has its own background and its own little HILARIOUS meaning...

We had an AWESOME time today, I have to admit I hadn't laughed this much in a veeeeeeeeery long time! --> and it was not just because of the alcohol, i swear...
Here are some of the things that were said this afternoon:
- Vicky: Mafer, cual vieja de mierda? Mafer: La de facebook pues!
- Daniela: Carlos que? Donde dice eso? Chuuucha soy miooopeeee!!!!!
- Vicky: Mera! (instead of mira)
- Johnny: *shocked* Y eso no es pecado???
- Mafer: Wino (instead of wine, or vino)
- All 4 girls staring at some guy and talking about his skinny legs as he turned around and looked directly at us.
- Daniela: Johnny es una roca rápida... Angie: Una roca en monopatín!
- Vicky: Alo? Quien es mami? Tu no eres mami... Mami? Hola mami!
- Angie: Hola mami! Recien llegue a chili's hace media hora.
- Daniela telling the story of "Un ojito, dos ojitos y tres ojitos"
- (and I should probably remember more, considering I laughed for about 4 hours, but I'm afraid the beers and the margarita are playing tricks on my memory at the moment)

Some people tell you when you start college that it is really hard to find friends there because at some point, those friends you made will be the ones competing for a job position with you...
I think that applies for those whose majors are those with a huge demand... For instance, medicine. Yes, some kid in school may be my friend, but in the end, you have thousands of doctors graduating every year... So, yeah... I'm pretty sure competition will be pretty high in that situation... The same happens with engineering, architects, computing engineers, lawyers, etc...
But T&I? hmmm... I don't think so. Even if at one point somebody gets a good interpreting job, maybe the other will get a good translation job... I don't know.
All I know is we don't have hundreds of classmates like everybody else does. We're a tiny group... We gotta look out for each other... I can't say I can speak for the rest, but if one day I hear one of them finally made it to the UN and is a permanent interpreter there, instead of feeling jealous and/or pissed, I honestly think I will feel proud, and of course, incredibly happy...
I love them and I wish them all the best! We have all been through the same, all the sleepless nights, nerve-racking exams, stressful reading controls, horrible tapes, uncomprenhensible speeches, fast-paced speakers, horrible accents, and so on...
I think after going through all that with them, even if they are in fact your competition, they are also the ones who helped you get where you are...
So, to my T&I friends: THANK YOU!
Thank you for being there through this whole life-consuming experience :)
I love you all and I will see you all @ the UN General Assembly! hahaha :)

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

In desperate need of a glue gun...


I was in class today and we were talking about love... Why do people fall in love, how do you realize you are in love and that person is "the one", how do you show what you feel, why do people get married, have u ever had your heart broken?... etc.
When my teacher asked me these questions, I couldn't come up with an answer.
Why do people fall in love?
Why is there such need to desperately fall head over heels for someone, risking being loved in return or not?
...Some people say falling in love is a decision... At this point in my life, I think I can say I agree with that statement.

I have liked a few guys in my life... I've had a few crushes too, but I think I can say I have only been in love once... And that one time was enough for me to never want to be in the same place ever again.
How did I realize I was in love with him?
I don't think there's a simple answer to that question...
I guess maybe one of the signs was the fact that listening to his voice drew the biggest smile on my face. Maybe it could also be when I realized I didn't feel a few butterflies in my stomach, but a whole zoo, everytime he talked to me. It could also be the fact that I felt the whole entire world disappear when he smiled at me.
Yes, it sounds cheesy and extremely corny, I know. I read it myself and I almost want to puke.
But as cheesy as it sounds now, it all made sense back then.
Back then, when he was around, I didn't think it was cheesy to smile like an idiot when he walked by me. I obviously didn't think I looked retarded when I daydreamed about us living happily ever after only because he touched me...
Now that I look back I almost wish I could go back on time and slap myself.

This whole love thing is too confusing.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to being that little girl who actually believed in stupid fairytales, who thought prince charming was actually a real man, somewhere out there waiting to meet me and make me happy, and all that BS.
But then again, if I went back, that means I wouldn't have had to go through what I did. I would've never had to have a broken heart and I would've never felt my life crumbling.
Yeah, sounds nice, but in the end, it only means I would've never had to meet him.
It means I would've never felt that rush going down my body whenever he was around. It would mean not knowing what a true kiss is. It would mean not knowing what giving your life and soul to one person means... It would certainly mean not knowing what happiness feels like.
Yes, I know I would've saved a few tears, of course, along with sleepless and almost suicidal nights... But how can you know how shitty something is if you haven't felt ultimate glory?

I keep telling my friends - and myself - that I don't ever want to fall in love again...
I gave someone everything a human being can possibly give... I gave that person my time, my patience, my freedom, my reasoning, my entire and absolute devotion... I gave him my heart, body and soul. I gave 'til I had nothing left.
I gave without ever asking for anything back... I reached a level I never thought I could possibly reach... I gave him my essence; I gave him my life.
I gave more than I could and a lot more than I should have...
And now, 51 months later, I'm sitting here, with absolutely nothing left for myself.

How sad does that sound?
It doesn't make any sense now... THAT is the exact reason I don't ever want to fall in love again...
I don't think I wanna feel that kind of pain, that misery, ever again in my life.
I don't believe in marriage anymore. I don't believe in stupid happy endings... I don't believe in ever afters, and I certainly don't believe in "happily" ever afters...
I don't believe in loyalty and faithfulness. I just don't believe in love anymore...
It may sound sad, or maybe even stupid. But one's gotta do what one's gotta do.
I hate everything related to being stupidly in love with someone... I hate forgetting and losing who I am and becoming someone I'm not. I don't like being cheesy. I hate being corny.
I hate crying over someone who won't ever shed a tear for me.

And yet, the irony here is that not even 2 seconds after I've thought about all these horrible things, I think of your voice.
I can close my eyes and I swear I can hear your voice and feel your touch. I can almost feel you next to me, holding me close, whispering something in my ear...
I can almost hear you say you love me and you don't ever want to let go...

And just like that, all of a sudden, all those hateful thoughts simply vanish...
They disappear and I become, once again, the stupid little girl who believed in fairytales.
I become the stupid little girl who's willing to put all that aside as long as you came along and asked me to be with you.
Why did I fall in love with you?
Because you were the shoe to my barefoot foot. Because you were my perfect complement.
How did I know I was in love?
When I realized I would give my entire life just to make you happy...
How did I show those feelings?
I moved back home so you could be happy with the life you had chosen...
Why do people get married? or, do I believe in marriage?
I believe in it if it means you getting down on one knee and asking me to spend the rest of your life with you...
Have I ever had my heart broken?
Never as bad as this time...
Is it worth it?
It's impossible to tell... We're all different...

We're never going to agree on what is right or wrong, or just how much is enough...
I've cried more tears in these past 4 years than I have in my entire life... I've had the worst 2 years of my existence away from you... I've had the worst time ever... I have lost sleep, I have gotten sick, I have gotten sidetracked and lost my path... And yet, I'd be willing to do it all over again, just for you.

I don't quite know if this makes me the most stubborn person on earth, or simply the dumbest girl alive...
Maybe it's just both.
All I know is I don't ever want to go through this again...
They say "no pain, no gain" but I sure as hell don't want this much pain if I'm not gaining what I want...
I'm confused... I don't know if I believe in love anymore... Maybe I'm just a chronical sadistic person who loves suffering... Or maybe there are still some remainings of that innocent girl who believed in prince charming...
All I know is love is the hardest thing on earth... You can't live with it, and God knows you can't possibly live without it...
For now, while my slow and screwed up brain decides whether it's good or bad... I think I need more than just a little bandaid to mend this broken heart...
I'm thinking I could use some hardcore silicone... Maybe even concrete. Anything strong, that will not break as quick with the first "Hello".
I need a stronger shield now...
I'm making my decision. I choose not to fall in love again... Not for now, anyway.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Hi, how can I help you?


I could sit here and write about the things that piss me off the most about my country, and even though it would take me a reasonable amount of time, I know I could do it...
But even in that list of things I hate - e.g., crazy driving skills, like i mentioned in my previous post - there's one thing that stands out the most... CUSTOMER SERVICE - errr, should I say the LACK of it?

How many people have walked into a store in Panama, Costa Rica, Colombia, the U.S., or any other country and have been greeted by a smiley staff member who says in a very cheerful voice "How may I help you?" Countless times, I'm sure.
How many times have you walked into a store here in Guayaquil and experienced the same? Probably none. Ok, fine, let's give the city some credit... Maybe one, or two.

There are plenty of things I don't understand why they work the way they do in this country, that's a fact. But no matter how much I think about this, I just CAN'T possibly understand why we have such shitty employees working at stores/shopping malls/gas stations/restaurants/ etc.
How hard is it to crack a smile? Even if it's a fake one, a fake smile is better than no smile at all - at least when you're trying to get someone to buy whatever it is you're selling.

I know smiling all the time is not easy. I, myself, have been in the kind of situation where all I've wanted to do is scream to the top of my lungs and say how much I hate life at the moment, but have had to smile nevertheless. I know it's not easy, but I know for a fact it pays off.
Having worked at a restaurant and having to deal with the pickiest customers you will EVER even imagine that have set foot on this planet, I know how important being helpful is. Nobody says you have to kiss ass either, I mean, let's face it, if you're not paying your bills with the tips you make, you're probably not gonna be Little Miss Sunshine 24/7.
BUT, just because you get paid a fixed salary doesn't mean you can treat customers the way you want... Which has led me to the conclusion that that's why restaurant service in this country is sooooooo awful! People don't live on tips... You liking or not your undercooked steak or your stale fries makes no difference, unless you have some sort of connections and/or influences, you will most likely have to pay for your crappy food, even if you don't eat it, because here it's the "you order, you pay" kind of deal... Nice, huh?
I strongly believe every single person in this world should, at some point in their lives, work at a restaurant - a busy restaurant, that is. In my opinion, restaurants are (at least in the US) the best Customer Service School you can attend. It doesn't get any simpler than that: if you're good, you'll make money and pay your bills... If you're rude and/or suck at your job: you'll starve yourself to death.
I have to admit I will forever be in debt with the hell hole for teaching me what quality customer service is...

I was at the bank the other day... Banco Pichincha. I think I can honestly say I would much rather have someone punch me in the chest than having to stand in line at that bank. But anyway, there were probably 80 people in line (no joke), waiting to make deposits, cash checks and whatnot. Fortunately - you would think - there's an ATM looking machine that allows you to make payments electronically, without having to wait in line until the teller decides he wants to yell "NEEXXXTTTT!", which in theory saves you not only an incredible amount of time, but also having to put up with the person behind you pushing you or breathing on your neck because they think getting that much closer will make the line go that much faster. Of course, there are some people who apparently can't seem to understand how the miracle machine works, so management decides they can use a teller/model to stand right next to it to "guide people through" the whole process. As a "customer service representative" what would you expect them to do? Help you, maybe?
Nope. Not here! What does this lady do? She stands, or maybe I should say LEANS against the machine, and decides to text every single contact on her phone. Of course, since she has a blackberry, like every other living creature in this city, her blackberry messenger is going off non-stop, while the line keeps getting longer and longer. The paper runs out.
Nobody can make any more payments because the machine won't print any receipts because IT HAS NO PAPER. The CSR stands there, texting. Someone says with very polite words "Ma'am, it's out of paper" She says "Oh." and goes back to texting. Somebody else says "Hey, ma'am, excuse me, could you please change the paper roll or at least find someone to do it?" "Yeah, yeah. Just a second. I don't have the key to it."
Meanwhile, my not-so-patient ass is standing in line, staring at this girl smiling while she reads God knows what kind of messages from God knows who. The line keeps getting longer and longer.
Some older man behind me decides he wants to share the same oxygen I breathe with me, so he starts LITERALLY breathing ON me, and decides to gently push me while saying "Hágase más adelantito, por favor".
I start losing my patience and ask the girl "Hey, will it be too much of a hassle to put your phone down for a second and try to find someone to change the paper for you?" She gives me the dirtiest look ever. Keeps texting. Some old lady in the line yells "Hey!!! Miss!!! we've been waiting for HOURS now (ok, it hasn't been hours, but it has been at least 10 minutes)". ModelTeller rolls her eyes and goes to some desk to call someone on the phone to bring her paper/change the paper... Apparently nobody's picking up the phone. In the meantime, of course, while she waits for someone to answer, she keeps texting.
My desperate ass is getting so aggravated I ask somebody who the manager is because I would like to speak with him... I get the "why would you want to speak with the manager!? Please don't get me into trouble" look. The manager is nowhere to be found. Figures.
I look back and there are at least 20 people now in line, all mumbling about whether the machine works or not. At least 4 people try to "check if it works" with no positive results. Apparently the "OUT OF PAPER" blinking sign on the screen is not enough for some people.
Older guy behind me keeps breathing on my neck. I move forward so I don't have to inhale his germs and somebody cuts the line in front of me and says "I was here, I just went to fill out a deposit slip". Now I can barely move because older guy breathes on my neck, and shorter lady squeezed herself into that tiny tile, so if I step back I run into older creepy guy, and if I move forward, I will grab shorter lady's ass. Great... Just great!
Needless to say, after standing in line for about 25 minutes and staring at the CSR text until her fingers go numb, I decide I can't take it anymore and step aside. I walk up to some lady and say "For being the #1 bank in the country, you have the shittiest customer service in the history of banks, I hope you're aware of that". She looks at me like I just spoke Finnish. Doesn't even try to mumble an I'm Sorry or anything remotely related to it... I walk away and get the hell out of the bank...
I decide to go through the drive-thru. The wait's not too bad, and besides, I'm sitting down and the A/C is on... At least 6 people walk up to my car trying to sell me sunglasses, movies, socks, windshield wipers, steering wheel covers, and sunglasses again. I finally get to the window and try to ask the teller something, the little microphone thingy is broken, of course. I have to almost scream my tonsils out just so he can say "I'm sorry, we don't do that here anymore". Thank God there was a window there, because otherwise I think I would've slapped him.
I yell again and tell him there should be a manager walking around, making sure employees are actually working instead of texting and he politely smiles and says "Thank you ma'am, I will let my manager know. Thank you for coming."

Was that so freaking hard?
I'm not a bitch, despite what people might say... But there's one thing people here seem to forget: THE ONLY REASON YOUR BUSINESS RUNS IS BECAUSE OF CUSTOMERS!
If you don't like pleasing customers, dealing with them, having to put up with their needy asses, maybe you should switch careers and start doing something else where you don't require to have as much contact with customers!
You texting or chatting with your fellow staff member is not going to convince that one lady to buy that dress she's been looking at for the last 10 minutes. You listening to music and/or singing is not going to cash that one gentleman out who wants to buy that tie. And you having no change is definitely not going to increase your sales when you tell the customer "I'm sorry, I don't have any jingle, go break that bill." EXCUSE MEEEEEEEE????
How is it MY problem, that you, the salesman don't have change? Why should I, the customer, go out of my way and go through all the trouble of finding change while you sit there and look pretty?
I can go somewhere else and find someone who's smart enough to assume that not every customer is going to walk in with a stripper-like wallet full of singles or fives. I can go somewhere else where the staff is not as lazy and actually WANTS to do THEIR JOB and sell their crap.

But of course... 99% of these people are employees, not owners... I wonder what the owners of these places would say if they knew what outstanding customer service their lovely staff gives...
I don't care how bitchy, needy, rude, mean, annoying, etc. customers are, they are the reason you have a job in the first place... If you can't deal with that, find another job ASAP!
If not, sooner or later, when you start realizing your sales are going down at a steady pace, and you know you haven't increased prices, it may just be a little too late.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Hell on Earth...


People say if you can drive in Guayaquil you can drive anywhere...

Well... I'm not quite sure whether that's true or not.
True, if you manage not to kill yourself, or anybody else for that matter, while driving in this mad city, then you're probably a pretty good driver...
However, I sometimes think that driving here only makes people THINK they can drive...
People get used to driving like crazy 24/7. People become so aggresive/defensive behind the wheel, that when they travel and they have to drive somewhere else, they assume they can put in practice everything they learned or did back in Gye... And then people wonder why in the States when there's a car wreck someone says "He had to be Spanish/Hispanic/Latino" --> or whatever they decide to call us...

I know there's traffic everywhere. I know people are crazy everywhere too, I'm not going to argue that... But seriously... Guayaquil is by far the worst place EVER to drive!
I would spend hours and hours naming what I hate the most about driving in this crap hole but I won't... All I can say is there HAS to be some kind of law that forbids bus and cab drivers to drive the way they do. There MUST be some kind of law that protects us, the "little-car drivers" from them, and most important, that protects pedestrians from these road killers.
I absolutely HATE how they drive here. I'm sure if by some reason somebody from a different country happens to read this, they will probably say "oh, you haven't been to ___ (city X)"... Well, before you do so... Have you ever been to Guayaquil!!!???
Only in this city you will see:
- Bus drivers honking at the cop to let them go.
- Drivers getting out of the car when getting pulled over, holding their driver's license in one hand, and a 5 dollar bill in the other.
- Buses cutting you off and then yelling at you because YOU got in their way.
- 6 cars in a 3-lane avenue.
- Buses making a right turn from the very far left lane... And cussing you out for trying to go before they can turn.
- Cars beeping at pedestrians while yelling "MOVE ITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!" --> because yes, cars have a huge preference here; pedestrians simply don't count.
- "Professional drivers" who can't read or write.
- "Professional drivers" who have never taken a driving test.
- Cars running red lights in front of the cop.
- Cars going before the light turns green.
- Huge buses blocking intersections ALL THE WAY so that not one single car can move... And then when traffic finally starts moving, another bus comes and blocks the intersection again.
- Cars not even moving or trying to make an effort to move when the ambulance is desperately honking behind them... Apparently the siren doesn't mean "Get out of the way" in this country.
- Cops watching every single one of these things and not even blinking...

I hate it.
I absolutely HATE driving in this godforsaken city!
And I hate every single one of these useless cops we have in this useless institution called CTG.
They are absolutely WORTHLESS and I don't care what people say, we would be so much better off!!!!
I can't understand how someone can play stupid just like that... I just don't get it.
People die every single day in this city, in a car accident, run over by a car, and so on, and what do they do? NOTHING!
Oh, wait... My bad, I shouldn't say that... Of course they do something! THEY DEMAND YOU BRIBE THEM!!!
I hate them! I hate cops in general, but I HATE CTG cops with a passion!
I hate those stupid worthless white-uniformed thieves...

I hate traffic.
I hate this city and I hate peak hours.
I hate how retarded people are and how they think they own the freaking road...
I hate buses.
I hate cabs.
I hate how much corruption there is here.
I hate driving in this city. Period.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

A Dog's Tale


I just got done watching A Dog's Tale...
Maybe they should have some kind of warning on the case that says "Not suitable for cry babies"...
I can barely type cuz I can barely open my eyes... They're swollen shut from crying so much...
This is crazy.
But still... This is probably the cutest and sweetest movie I've seen in my entire life...
It makes me miss my dog even more!
It's unbelievable how people never stop to think how much love dogs can give... I had my precious dog, Coca, for 9 1/2 years and I can't even imagine what coming home after school would've been like if she hadn't been waiting for me at the door...
Or going to sleep without someone taking care of me and sleeping by my side, or even putting up with my loser moments when I wanted to go for a drive with no specific destination and sitting on the passenger's seat listening to the corny music I listened to...
I miss my her so much... So much I sometimes call Mia, Coca... No wonder she looks at me like I'm crazy saying "Who the hell's Coca? My name's Mia!"

I miss u piciosa... I'll see you again someday...