Hoy dentro del ciclo rock en el cine vi un documental de coachella.. Hace dos años mi mejor amiga y yo teniamos metida la idea de ir.. pero no ahorré lo suficiente y fue imposible y era un sueño que habia olvidado por completo.
Pero hoy después de ver lo increíble que resulta el festival y la magia y variedad que puedes tener 3 días por 500dls la idea me resulta delirante.
Puse como límite los 30.. Antes de cumplir treinta años debo de haber ido a este legendario festival, espero y estoy casi segura de que será asi, ir acompañada de mi mejor amiga y compañera de mil conciertos y los que se nos quieran sumar.
Así que tengo 8 años para agendar mi viaje y ahorrar lo sufiente para comprar muchos souvenirs
sábado, 20 de septiembre de 2008
miércoles, 3 de septiembre de 2008
los graduados
un speech que me encontre... pero me encantaaaaa... perfecto para este momento.. solo que deberia decir Ladies and gentleman of the class 08
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.
Written by Chicago newspaper columnist, Mary Schmich
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you. Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen.
Written by Chicago newspaper columnist, Mary Schmich
domingo, 10 de agosto de 2008
domingo, 27 de julio de 2008
la celebracion
Hoy queda clausurada oficialmente mi semana de festejos por mi cumpleaños.
La semana comenzó el sábado pasado, con una deliciosa comida en mi casa, rodeada de todos mis amigos, pura gente que en verdad me ama y solo tiene los mejores deseos para mi.
Y que hoy termina con un rico pozole que me va a hacer mi abue, esta vez con mi familia.
Durante esta semana he recibo muchisimas muestras de afecto, cariño y amor mucho más alla del plano material.
Todas esas personas, que ellos saben perfecto quien son, han trascendido en mi vida, me hacen crecer , como mujer, amiga, profesionista , persona en general.
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Gracias a todas esas personas que han llegado a mi vida para quedarse y que me hicieron parte de su vida asi como yo de la mia.
Pasaron 22 años para que Ahora por fin las piezas del rompecabezas de mi vida encajan tan bien y simplemente estén en el lugar que les corresponda
La semana comenzó el sábado pasado, con una deliciosa comida en mi casa, rodeada de todos mis amigos, pura gente que en verdad me ama y solo tiene los mejores deseos para mi.
Y que hoy termina con un rico pozole que me va a hacer mi abue, esta vez con mi familia.
Durante esta semana he recibo muchisimas muestras de afecto, cariño y amor mucho más alla del plano material.
Todas esas personas, que ellos saben perfecto quien son, han trascendido en mi vida, me hacen crecer , como mujer, amiga, profesionista , persona en general.
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Gracias a todas esas personas que han llegado a mi vida para quedarse y que me hicieron parte de su vida asi como yo de la mia.
Pasaron 22 años para que Ahora por fin las piezas del rompecabezas de mi vida encajan tan bien y simplemente estén en el lugar que les corresponda
jueves, 17 de julio de 2008
intolerancia
Si no soy como tú estoy mal,
¿sino pienso como tu estoy mal?
Tener diferente opinión es malo
Ser diferente es malo
Últimamente la intolerancia me persigue.
¿sino pienso como tu estoy mal?
Tener diferente opinión es malo
Ser diferente es malo
Últimamente la intolerancia me persigue.
sábado, 21 de junio de 2008
Cuando las cosas pasan
En la entrada anterior, dije que no queria regresar a la escuela, pero fue suficiente mi primera clase para cambiar de parecer.
El día del regreso a clases me encontré con una nueva oportunidad de terminar algo que deje pendiente en el hospital. No espero poder, debo poder.
El segundo día encontré a la integrante perdida , que estuvo mucho tiempo ausente. Desde que se fue muchas cosas han cambiado, otras no tantas. Verla me alegro el corazón, me animó. Se que las cosas nunca será como antes, pero lo nuevo tambien tambien puede ser increible.
Ese día tambien hable, hable, hable con el corazón, hasta que se me acabo lo que tenia que decir y fue tan bueno, descansé tanto y gané un nuevo amigo.
El tercer día de clases, fuí a recoger mis nuevos lentes, que complementan mi nuevo estilo, ese estilo que vienen pasando desde hace unos meses. Más risueño, mas simple , mas non sense .A pesar de las presiones, y tensiones previos a la graduación
En fin si me gustó volver a clases
El día del regreso a clases me encontré con una nueva oportunidad de terminar algo que deje pendiente en el hospital. No espero poder, debo poder.
El segundo día encontré a la integrante perdida , que estuvo mucho tiempo ausente. Desde que se fue muchas cosas han cambiado, otras no tantas. Verla me alegro el corazón, me animó. Se que las cosas nunca será como antes, pero lo nuevo tambien tambien puede ser increible.
Ese día tambien hable, hable, hable con el corazón, hasta que se me acabo lo que tenia que decir y fue tan bueno, descansé tanto y gané un nuevo amigo.
El tercer día de clases, fuí a recoger mis nuevos lentes, que complementan mi nuevo estilo, ese estilo que vienen pasando desde hace unos meses. Más risueño, mas simple , mas non sense .A pesar de las presiones, y tensiones previos a la graduación
En fin si me gustó volver a clases
martes, 17 de junio de 2008
ESTOY
Estoy cansada apesar de que tengo 3 meses de vacaciones. Mañana entro, a lo que será los últimos 3 meses de mi vida estudiantil. Siento un hueco en la estómago. Tengo los nervios a flor de piel
Quiero que todo pase rápido, ya no quiero ir a la escuela
Quiero que todo pase rápido, ya no quiero ir a la escuela
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