One Fifth

I am currently reading this book. I figure, I'm a fan of Candace's amazing creation that saved my life (Sex and The City) so I'll give this a try. So far I hate it :) Wait for updates.

right now

another one about goals

I've been reading a lot lately about women making their mark on the world. From Diane Von Furstenburg to Mariane Pearl, I'm inspired through and through. I guess there's an assumption that sexism no longer exists but, just like most kinds of prejudice, it's just very hidden today. There are "man" jobs and there are "woman" jobs and that seriously bothers me. It's not like I want to be a mechanic or a fire fighter (personally) but I know girls who do, and won't because they'll be perceived as "manly". All I have to say to that is FUCK THAT. There is no way I fall for any of that bullshit. Not every girl is going to love fashion magazines or idolize Paris Hilton (I actually don't buy that either) and nobody in this world should tell them that they should. I've never had a steady idea of what I've wanted to "be" and I'd actually get jealous when, being 8 years old and not even knowing these words, the other 8 year olds would proudly tell the adults they wanted to be lawyers or psychiatrists. I was like, where was I when the whole world advanced without me? I didn't get the notice.

I have a strange mesh of womanly and manly characteristics. For example, I'm pretty girly on the outside but, just like most boys learn to be in childhood, I'm tough skinned. Like they say in french, je ne me laisse pas faire. Basically, I don't let people step all over me, my beliefs, goals, ambitions, wants, needs. They aren't stupid, unrealistic or pointless (these are all real things I've heard) because I want them. And that's essentially the only thing that matters. My life isn't going to affect yours. So, kindly, go fuck yourself. We're living in a modern world, adjust your views.

goals

I feel like I'm walking around in a dream. Like some kind of cozy bubble. Lately, it feels as though all things have fallen into place and I feel a bit better, like I'm getting there. And it feels really good.

I have thought long and hard lately about my life, and what I want to do. And who I want to be in my life, and those that I don't want anymore. It's like I'm doing a spring-cleaning: life edition. I'm getting rid of EVERYTHING and EVERYONE who stands in my way.

I have plans to take my cosmetics course and then take my Carrie Bradshaw-wannabe-ass to New York. I really feel certain that it's gonna happen. But my first goal is to find a cute appartment this summer in the city, live a little bit, go back to school in the fall. And when all of that's done, finally make my move. Whatever it happens to be by then, because you never know...

Penélope

I think I've developed a serious lady-crush on Penélope Cruz. For the past almost 2 years now I have found her to be one of the most seriously beautiful women alive today. I've always had a hard time accepting that I'm latina. Latinas have either very strong features or very delicate features. I find that I have a mixture of both, and it's safe to say that I have always found it difficult to feel that I look pretty. I have really big eyes, a very dainty nose and full, big lips. And not to mention a full, round face. I've always had the mentality that there are no pretty spanish women. I just hated the way we all look. But looking at Penélope has changed my mind. And now she's gone and made me love her even more- she designs a line for the chain of stores called Mango. Her and sister collaborate on a line that has such beautiful pieces, a lot of them inspired by their native Spain. I picked up the spring/summer '09 catalogue for Mango and I literally ripped all her pictures out and stuck them on my wall.

a new look from the '09 catalogue

Eric

walkin with each other, think we'd never match at all.

but we do, but we do, but we do, but we do.

i thought i knew myself, somehow you know me more.

i've never known this never before.

you're the first to make up whenever we argue.

i don't know who i'd be if i didn't know you.

new found glory

help, I’m alive

my heart keeps beating like a hammer

I went ice skating today...in rubber rain boots. Cassandra forced me to let it go- let it all go. It was clarity. It made me realize so much, especially that it's ok to be human, to make MISTAKES and to ADMIT DEFEAT.

I saw life through new eyes today.

Volver

Yo adivino el parpadeo
De las luces que a lo lejos
Van marcando mi retorno.
Son las mismas que alumbraron
Con sus plidos reflejos
Hondas horas de dolor.
Y aunque no quise el regreso
Siempre se vuelve
Al primer amor.
La vieja calle
Donde me cobijo
Tuya es su vida
Tuyo es su querer.
Bajo el burlon
Mirar de las estrellas
Que con indiferencia
Hoy me ven volver.
Volver
Con la frente marchita
Las nieves del tiempo
Platearon mi sien.
Sentir
Que es un soplo la vida
Que veinte aos no es nada
Que febril la mirada
Errante en las sombras
Te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
Con el alma aferrada
A un dulce recuerdo
Que lloro otra vez.
Tengo miedo del encuentro
Con el pasado que vuelve
A enfrentarse con mi vida.
Tengo miedo de las noches
Que pobladas de recuerdos
Encadenen mi soar.
Pero el viajero que huye
Tarde o temprano
Detiene su andar.
Y aunque el olvido
Que todo destruye
Haya matado mi vieja ilusion,
Guardo escondida
Una esperanza humilde
Que es toda la fortuna
De mi corazn.
Volver
Con la frente marchita
Las nieves del tiempo
Platearon mi sien.
Sentir
Que es un soplo la vida
Que veinte aos no es nada
Que febril la mirada
Errante en las sombras
Te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
Con el alma aferrada
A un dulce recuerdo
Que lloro otra vez.

it's over

you’d better know that in the end it's better to say too much than never say what you need to say again

MARCHESA

Georgina Chapman and Keren Craig are the genius ladies behind the fashion line that is Marchesa. I'm really obsessed with the femininity of their line and also the timeless look of it.

Georgina Chapman in all her glory.

Anne Hathaway at the Oscars.

 

Dita Von Teese wearing two of my favorite designs.

My favorite woman in the world, SJP, modeling Marchesa in Vogue.

J.Lo in pretty pink Marchesa.