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Inside Out

The way (s)he moves, the way (s)he looks, the way (s)he feels, the way (s)he freshens everything up, this all pulls me in. Everything’s just so inviting. I invite you to think: if (s)he was not inviting at all on the outside, would I even take my time to meet his/her inside? Its perfectly known that everything comes through the eyes, but what if some of us don’t have the ability to use ONLY the eyes or perhaps the heart itself? Our eyes don’t lie, they choose if we like something or not.

But so does our heart. It certainly does not lie, but it changes things completely. It manages to convert something, which shows only in the inside, on the outside. It makes us like something on the inside more than the outside. The inside shows amazing, unbelievable things that we never knew because of how “covered” our eyes we were, only interested on the outside. Maybe we’re blinded by the tangible and should see things the other way. From the inside out. The transformation makes you see everything from a new point of view. It makes you realize new perspectives of life and it just refreshes the dull, vain world. Most of life’s exquisite (put subject here) are better looking from the inside out.

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Sick Dreamer

Isn't it just sick to dream? To dream of things that you’ll never have, never experience and never achieve? There’s just something wrong with our heads. It has too much of a weird way of being and I will never come across it perfectly. Our minds, the genesis of everything I know, has got very sick moments. But once again I recall of those “sick ones” who have invented everything we need nowadays. Those dreamers who made their wildest dreams come true, those who were sick enough to make their imagination real, those who made us live in the world we are living.

I want to become a “sick person” who makes her dreams reality, who achieves new levels of pleasure, hope, relationships, a job, money, intelligence, of every spec of life which is so important. I want to become a dreamer who believes her strangest, most faraway-from-reality dreams can come true. I want to make this world twist and shout to a brighter tomorrow just like all those people we ALL in different ways look upon.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

- Harriet Tubman

self-recovery

I can’t stand when something’s broken.

For all the good reasons or all the bad reasons, its broken. It has a wound. A wound can take you to the hospital, make you get stitches, make you agonize by the pain or simply cause you an uncomfortably time. A wound, may be treated the right way or the wrong way. When you treat a wound a good way, you cleanse it, you try to make it better, others try to make it better, and little by little it will recover. If you’re REALLY lucky the scar won’t be so visible. If you treat it the bad way, like touching it, not taking care of the injury and OVERALL making the wrong moves at wrong times will leave a VERY VISIBLE SCAR. Try to cover it up with clothe, with make-up, with photoshop effects GUESS WHAT it’s still there. Its in your gut (or your heart) to:

~remember the cause of what left you marked, and being overwhelmed by it and to fall from the tower you had built.

~remember the cause of what left you marked, and realizing how strong you are by carrying it around and saying: “damn right, I got hurt, but moved on with my life. I may not be the happiest, most-blessed, best-looking person, but I’m certainly a fighter and I can recover of whatever I want to when I want to.”

So why, instead of making all the right moves, taking all the right ways and making it a “nicer” scar, do we sometimes just want the scar to be uglier, worst-looking and “painfuller”?

Its a matter of self-confidence, self-respect and self-consciousness. Take the right ways, the right paths, and maybe we’ll reduce the size of our scars.

Happy Father's Day

Its funny how I'm in love with some parents. Love my friends moms, but their fathers just make me shiver. I'm so jealous, so happy that they're still around and that they hug me every once in a while. I've fallin in love with a Dad's hug. They make you feel so protected, so loved!

SIGH.

So Yeah. Father's Day.

Everything started to remind me of you since April.

Music, TV, Basketball Finals.

More than it had since 9 years ago. It was kinda rough and smooth, tough and easy but most of all... I was looking out for your hug. But then I realized God sent me someone to rely on and I hadn't seen it before

He made a miracle come true, and he made her happy. Can't believe I understood it all, that You sent him, on Father's day. While I made each dad a Happy-Valentines-Card last night, I made his and it came out so nicely. It made my eyes get wet and it made me feel so much better writing so someone I wanted to write so long ago. A Dad.

My defense mechanism expired, It really did hit me 9 years later.

But now, I think he recieved the first "thank you DAD/FRIEND, Happy Father's Day"

I know it meant so much for him, and I also know that Mr. Villalobos was happy to see me having a father again.

I needed it so much. Thank you.

Happy Fathers Day God, Mr. Villa and Eduardo

Thank you for giving a meaning to a color

And I present the Class of 2010.

I heard Bill’s countdown and I threw my cap through the air... What a feeling.

I heard David scream SENIORS and this was finally over. The echo of my classmates screaming, crying, laughing filled every single spot in my body with butterflies. The final countdown was over. Everything I looked at, everything I heard was screaming SCHOOL’S OVER. Even if I already started University, this was the closure. This was the conclusion of my school years and welcoming to a new point in life. The real world... As I walked out of the institution in which I got to know people who changed everything in my life, I kissed his lips and this made it an even better closure.

I’ll miss your laugh, your smile, school. I’ll miss your shirts tucked in, your way of embracing the Class of 2010 as a whole. I’ll miss your 3am Serenatas at camp, your stupid mile, and your multicolored soda.

Most of all, I will miss my classmates. The ones who made this thing KICK ASS. The ones who made me reach unknown levels of happiness, of pleasure, of friendship. What will be of you all in the real world? What will I be without you guys? Unknown answer because this is just starting. A lot of you are leaving in a few weeks and sincerely I’m so proud. So proud of your ways of seeing life. It scares me so much imagining you guys walking into a whole new world and molding it to your ways. But I wish you the best of luck babes, I know you will prosper if you put it all in Gods hands.

Class of 2010: thank you for being incomparable with any other. Thank you for having different personalities, for making them explode and calming them when it was needed. Thank you for singing and dancing. Thank you for letting me know what was good and bad. Thank you for changing it all for me. Thank you for coming with me to 6 different countries and make it the best week of my life.Thank you for your prayers, for the blessings. Thank you for all the things we achieved. I will truly miss you and I sincerely wish you guys the best cause its what YOU GUYS DESERVE.

Thank you for giving a meaning to a color.

Thank you school for giving it all a reason