One More Year Gone... The Beginning of Another Long 365 Day Journey Around the Sun.

I couldn't have asked more for my birthday. I went to the doctor to get my blood result, and I'm as fit as a whistle; I went to work were my friends bought me lunch, cake, and sang me happy birthday; had dinner with the two most important people of my life in a small local diner; and me and my sister started a tradition for our birthday: that every year we would see a movie together. So to continue this recent tradition me and my sister went to go see The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug. It was amazing! Maybe even better then the first one (because Legolas was in it, and he actually played a role!; AND there was a dragon! Who can top that?)

But the best came before the movie and after dinner when me and my sister were exchanging gifts. My sister and my mom gave me a small box with a little bow on it. I didn't think much of it and when I opened it it was a ring. To be completely honest I was a little disappointed. My sister and my mom knew that I don't like rings much less wear them, but my sister kept telling me to look at it closer. It was as I twisted it in the faint light of the diner that I noticed the markings. My sister and my mom bought me the Saurons Ring! I squealed like a girl and gave them both the biggest bear hug I could give. Then I marched into that movie theater with my head held high, with Sauron's ring hanging from my neck on a beautiful silver chain.

Thanks Onee-chan, Thanks Oka-san

I'll never forget this!

 



Never Forget The True Meaning Of Christmas!

Hunger Games

When I saw the first Hunger Games movie I didn't really think much of it. It was an alright movie - followed the book in all the correct ways. Yet I didn't think that it was all that!

However, when my co-worker invited me to see the second Hunger Games, I accepted only because I was curious of how they were going to portray the rebellion against the capital and the fight of the quarter quail, rather then the story itself - because I already knew what to expect from both the books and the first movie...

As I sat down in the theater and the movie began to play, I came to realize...

 

I was so wrong

 

The movie was amazing! Well produced, the actors were amazing!, the settings were beautiful...It was packed full of action, suspension, mystery, a tad bit of romance and humor - but not overwhelming to the point of seeming surreal - It kept me off my seat and bitting my fingernails the entire time.

 

This movie was waybetter then the first one, by far!

 



 

 

Happy Birthday Bu!

Yesterday was my mother's birthday, so me and my sister gave her a surprise gift. We bought some tickets online for Broadway Musical Annie and, although we arrived a few minutes late, the show was AMAZING! The music was so powerful that I cried like a newbie at an opera.


After the musical, we all walked around time square just admiring the lights and sounds of New York. We saw people dressed like Iron Man, Spider Man, Hello Kitty, Elmo and the Cookie Monster, a Man in a speedo...-.-'  We had lunch at Bubba Gump's Shrimp Co. Restaurant (in honor of Forest Gump, the movie), and had a tea and chocolate cake at an italian library cafe.



It was an amazing day...

I only wish it had lasted longer...

The ultimate iluded truth

Furious. Hurt. Used. Embaressed. Betrayed... Do you have any idea how you made me feel just now? Everytime I think you're back to being the person I remember, you go and tear my heart to peices once again. I have cried over you, blamed you, yelled at you, but no matter what me or mom say or do, we're just a nuisance to you and that is the most hurtful of all. There was only one person that made me feel this insignifacant- and never, in my life, did I think you would ever be so cruel as to treat me the same way. We are your family and we deserve the respect and love I know you have somewhere. You think we don't deserve explanations and you have no respect for what any of us say or do - the truth is you don't give a sh#t about us anymore. I understand you want to live your life on your own but treating us bellow dirt, us - the very people who love you the most - is the meanest thing you could ever do to us...

Yet the worst part is that I realize that I'm the moronic stupid gigantic ass in all of this, because I love you so much that I will always end up swallowing my pride and giving in to every sugar coated lie that comes out of your mouth. I'm the idiot, because I never learn, because I prefer to suffer every painful insult or disrespect you toss my way for the sake of being with the old you for as long as you're here.

There's a pain in my chest that hurts so much that I'm using everything I have to stop myself from crying. I painful black whole that is eating away at me from the inside. All the pain, hurt, anger - all turn to a throdding numbness that weighs my chest and won't go away. i hate bearing grudges and I know I will ultimately forgive you, like I always do. Although I will forgive, I will never forget this. You made me feel like dirt, like garbage, like something that simly exists. You no longer, trust me, you no longer confide in me, you're no longer honest with me, you no longer care about me...

You said you'd never change, you'd never be like him...

I wonder when it was that you broke that promise...



Pre-Halloween Fun

Every year for Halloween my cousin has a tradition to visit haunted places or attractions with all his friends. The last two years I haven't been able to go with him but this year, his friends could only come before Halloween day so he decided to do a pre-Halloween party, and luckily I was able to tag along.

That weekend he took us plate shooting in a meadow in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tall thick trees and a single dirt road. That was when I came to realize how horrible I am at shooting - or at least at aiming straight. We left that meadow shoulder sore, bruised, with ears ringing and smiling like fools.

We stopped at a local diner for dinner then we made our way to the nights' haunted attraction: Corner of Chaos! It was simply amazing! The attraction is divided into four themes: the wicked wagonride, wooded wasteland, nightmare machine, and barbaric barnyard. When we arrived we were greeted by a huge bonfire where people gathered around swapping scary stories about the curse of the corn, or roasting marshmallows and making smores'.

We rode a creaking wagon through a corn field with our feet dangling out, while the host drove us through broken down houses and bridges swarming with people appearing out of the corn to scare us. There was this one incident that a dead butcher turns to my cousin's girlfriend and said, swinging his butcher's knife at her: "Would you kill someone you love? Would you!" My cousin's girlfriend very casually smiles and says: "Yeah. I think I would." The guy stops dead in his tracks looking at her as if she was crazy! Or this other ocassion, as we were approaching an old firefighter station, this dead fire fighter appears out of no where and gets right into one of my cousins' friends face, their noses practically touching. My cousin's friend starts laughing and said: "Dude, you want me to hold your hand the whole way?" As the firefighter extends his hand he pulls out an axe and swings it in my friend's direction, growling. "Wow!" My friend laughs. "Is that real?" The firefighter starts laughing and hands him the axe. My cousins' friend opens his mouth in surprise. "Damn, it is!" He then hands me the axe. "Look at how sharp this is!"  I laughed so hard everyone else on the wagon looking at me as if I was part of the attraction.

We passed through creaky sheds and scratchy bushes, but the worst was the corn: out of the corn would come clowns and fake snakes, girls with twisted limbs and walls that breath. It was freakishly cool! However what made the night was the last attraction (barbaric barnyard). As we were waiting in line to get into the barn we saw a man with a mask and a chainsaw chase a couple of teenage girls out the exit. Then he caught us watching him and walked up to the line, the chainsaw rattling at his side. As we were giving him the stare down he heard another group of giggling girls preparing to enter the barn and, tilting his head, he turned around - and waited. When the host closed the door after the girls, she turned to the chainsaw guy and nodded, smirking. He slowly walked up to the bard door, opened it and with a final look at the waiting crowd slowly closed the door behind him (like in a horror movie)! Suddenly everyone was silent, looking at the barn door, wondering... Until the rattle of the chainsaw broke through the air followed by several high pitched screams and heavy stumbling footfalls. We all burst out laughing! The guy was insane!


The next day we went to a another corn field and rode a hay wagon all the way to the pumpkin patch were we picked pumpkins bigger than my head. Kids were having fun carving and painting faces on the pumpkins, or playing with the horses.

 

Before we returned back to the inevitable reality, we spent the last of the weekend trying to find our way out of a huge corn maze with nothing but occasional hints and a drawn map (no compass, no cellphone reception, and no flashlight)...that was cool!

 



Can't wait for next years plans!

Kamelot Concert!

This was my very first concert and boy did I choose it well. I was panicing the entire time there afraid that I was gonna get lost on the way there (New York is to big not to worry) but I was fortunate enough (and smart enough) to get there right on time because I had decided to leave my house a bit earlier. So 2 trains, 1 subway, 12 New York blocks (which are HUGE, by the way), and 3 hours later we finally arrive at our destination and there is a huge line for the concert. Me and my sister wait patiently until we are let in (and even though we're 21 they still asked us for our ID!). Everyone was going to the base floor to get as close to the band as possible but me and my sister decided to go to the upstairs floor (were the bar was) to see if we could get a good view...For the very first concert of my life I could'nt have picked better seats! We were staring right at them. Not as close as everyone else but we were able to see everything: the fans, the singers...It was amazing.

Four hours later I leave partially deaf, almost mute, and with a big smile on my face and a frenzy I couldn't shake. That had been ONE HELL of a concert. Simply awesome! The fans were enthusiastic, the bands interacted with us and we all had a great time.

My sister, however, had a more accurate discription:

"Concert of my favorite band on a Friday night, what can be better than that? Oh wait an EPIC Concert on a Friday night in NYC and Kamelot freakin' NAILED IT!! It was amazing. Not all the songs from silverthorn, they added Fan favorites like March of Mephesto, Human Stain, Center of the Universe and Forever.
Grillo was a God on the drums. Wish I had captured his solo moment. His setup was just beastly and he played like a man possessed! Karevik was epic! He pushed the crowd, made them scream and sing and join in on the energy pouring from the stage. It was phenomenal. Best part was when he shut of the mic and had us join in on "Don't you cry". I will never forget it.
Delain and Eklipse made it just as good as Kamelot. Charlotte Wessels had the voice of an angel. I would swear there were certain parts where I could see her wings spread across the stage as she sang.
Summarizing, I left with my ears ringing, my throat aching, my voice fading and me drowning in the biggest wave of ear-gasmic bliss I haven't felt.. ever. Thank you Kamelot for the awsome concert!
PS: like the stupid idiot I am, I got too camera happy at the begining of the concert and didn't have enough memory for most of Kamelot's preformance.

I think my sister hit that reaction right on the head. The concert truely was amazing! Below is a complied video we made from what we were able to record. It isn't one of our best works, but it will do...There is just one thing about it: my camera SUCKS! It only has a few gigs of memory so we were only able to tape certain parts of the concert. So if the video suddenly stops, that was us turning off the camera to save space for other preformances.

Here's the timeline for the following compiled video.

Video:
Delain 0:06 - 4:58
Eklipse 4:58 - 9:46
Kamelot 9:46 - 13:58"

 

 

This was posted on Kamelot's page of their visit to New York:

Apparently, they will be back for more...

Birthday Massacre

My sister introduced me to this electronic rock band and I instantly fell in love. If Kamelot is my number 1 band then Birthday massacre is my number 2! It symbolizes everything that I am: strange to those who don't know me, wierd to those who do, cute on the outside with a macabre and creepy inside and a overall whimsical touch of goofyness...but more importantly, it has a very strong underlying message, a warning that the band wants to give to people of horrible things that happen everyday but nobody wants to see it.

WARNING!: This band is not for everyone. My provoke long lasting side effects such as nightmares, eerie feeling of being watched, under-the-covers syndrome, and a definate sensation of "What the -"

Megalodon: Real or Fantasy?

 

Watch these videos and pick a side:

 

 

MEGALODON: THE MONSTER SHARK LIVES

 

 

 

What a Weekend! Thanks Cuz...

Last weekend my cousin invited me over his house for the weekend. We watched movies until late, played games until we passed out (my cousin and his friends literally passed out from all the liquor, which made me more determined NEVER to drink), almost finished a game of monopoly, went to a petting zoo and wild bird reservation, got "accidentaly" locked out of his house, slept on a small ass couch and on the floor, played "Goldfish" in the trunk of his car with the rest of the gang squished into the front seats, and watched an old movie (Jaws from 1975) at a drive in movie theater. That weekend felt like an entire week.... I never wanted it to end.

Midnight Anger Rant

 

 

Why is it that no one listens to me?? I talk and I yell and I grumble but no one gives a sh#t! Its like I haven't got a voice! So here I am, at 1 o'clock in the morning, writing a post because this is the only place I can talk freely - and even then I doubt there is anyone out there reading this. I'm just a pathetic whisper in a sea of tweets and facebook posts, of opinions and rules that no one realizes that I'm there. I'm just a shadow in reality and on the net, a person no one will ever look at twice, just a mediocre and invisible girl to the world.

And why do I feel this angry and hurt? Why do I find myself awake and crying and pissed at 1 in the morning?!

Because the one I used to consider my best friend is a self absorbed evil b#tch! Even after writing that down, I still don't feel relieved (just a bit guilty, GUILTY?!, because I hate calling people names)! I never thought it would come to this. Its the big things and the little things that get me pissed off SO bad:

- Me having to clean OUR room (with an injured back!) when you PROMISED you'd help me, but not once did you ever lift a finger or even care to keep it clean for more then a couple of days (even knowing how much it costs me to keep it clean!) because, and i quote: "It may look messy to you but I have an order. I don't want my room looking like a hotel room, like no one has never lived there".

- Using me in school to help you cheat and copy your way through homework and tests because you're too lazy and a huge "procrastinator" to do your own sh"t! Yet you still have the gaul to throw at my face how great your grades are and how they are much better than mine (even after all the effort I put into studying, weeks and weeks of studying and planning and you hitch hick off my efforts!)

- Trying to express my opinions and beliefs and you bad mouthing them and criticizing how I can believe in such crap because my opinion is different from yours! You're always lecturing me and yelling at me about whats right and whats wrong and how the world should be... but there is absolutely NO need for you to yell at me or make fun of me just because my opinions are different from yours. Your opinions are YOUR opinions and THAT doesn't always mean your right!

- Making fun of the people I hang out with and how your friends are much better (personality and company wise) then mine. Even though you may not like them, and even though I may have trouble dealing with some of them myself, doesn't mean that I don't consider them my friends. They are the closest thing to friends my sorry ass has managed to get in the last three years.

- For only looking at your own bellybutton, what you want and when its the right time for you without ever thinking how other people may feel or what they may say. You have no consideration for other people because to you, what you say or do is all that matters, just screw everyone else right?!

- When I go above and beyond to actually get you what you want, or the effort I put into making things right with you and you destroy that in less then hours, without even showing any sort of appreciation for what I've done, using your sarcasm and yellow smile which makes me so mad at myself and wondering why I even tried in the first place.

- Wherever I go, or whatever I do, I ALWAYS think about how you would like this or how you would have laughed at that, but you rarely (I'm not going to say never) think about me. You just think about how YOU'RE having fun and what YOU want to do next or how that looks nice on YOU! I feel like I'm just an add on to your plans, as if inviting me is just something your socially supposed to do and not because you want me to be there.

- Giving me presents as guilty bribes only to do the same crap not even minutes later! If your going to give me presents then don't give them to me as bribes to forget what you did, but because you meant it.

- Knowing that I like something and taking it from me because you "saw it first" or it looked so nice on me you wanted the SAME one! As if you haven't enough sh#t in your wardrobe! All my life I've only used T-shirts and black shirts because I wanted to be as different from you as possible, and wearing those clothes (which were the only things you didn't wear because it was to "dark" or "tomboy" for you, something you always reminded me and everone about), but now your taking even that away from me because all of a sudden you thought it looked cool. After so long, that style became my only identity keeping me apart from you, and now even that you're taking away from me!

- Pulling evil vendictive pranks on me because of your ovewhelming pride to get even, all because I told you things you didn't want to hear or I nagged you too much that you just ignore me as if I don't exist, just an annoying buzz around your head that you want to swat away. You never care how much those snotty remarks or pranks can hurt me: like banging the bedroom door at 1 in the morning while I'm fast asleep and scaring the living daylights out of me, all the while saying that it was MY fault you had to bang the door because I had closed it in the first place when I had my "pissy missy fit"! ARGH! I swear to all the gods in existance that it took all my strength and willpower to keep myself from punching you right across that sly smug face! (I took it out on my bed instead, sticking my head under my pillow screaming as I punched the bed over and over. I don't believe in  hitting people to prove a point, but I was damn near close to dragging myself that low to tear that smirk off your face!)

But above all, the thing that angers me and hurts me the most is that you turned into such a self centered spoiled brat that even if I try to talk to you, nag at you, scream at you, cry to you, give you the silent treatment, you never listen to a word I say, as if it goes in one ear and out the other, like I'm not important to you, like I no longer exist in your world. You mock me and you insult me to make me leave or shut up, all the while not realizing that by doing so you've become no better then Him in my eyes. But I've had enough! Not only am I your sister but above all I'm a human being and I have feelings (even though I'm chronically shy that sometimes you can't see them)! I have a voice! And I deserve to be heard!

So here I am - now 2:30 in the morning - awake because of your stupid door slamming vendetta, unable to sleep because of the scare you gave me, WISHING that someone could hear me, see ME and not the superficial, bubbly, self centered, lying, mean sister I'm always compared to! Being a twin has its great moments, moments I will never forget, but it is the worst feeling in life: to be always compared to you, rated against you, picked apart by society so everyone can see that we are two different people even though we look the same. In the twin world there is only room for one person to shine and I'm tired of competing with you, whether it be grades, or friends, or looks, or personalities... So I'll just stand back in your shadow, like I always have, and watch while everyone says how you're much prettier, kinder, and smarter - I'll watch quietly and in your shadows I'll stay, because I don't mind. You were always the brightest of the both of us, you were made to stand out!, and I don't mind, I really don't mind. Just don't expect me to look up to you or praise you while you walk all over me without even having the decency of realizing that I was there, holding you up so you could shine.

I'm done waiting for you to open your eyes...

Funny, this reminds me of a dream I had...

 

8/1/13 



 

So true...

Wow!

I don't really watch SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE but when I was flipping through the channels I saw this and my jaw dropped. Wow! simply amazing - and sexy!

Never saw hip hop mixed with 1920's before but that was amazing!

 

 

 

Also see their contemporary dance (simple amazing!):

 

 

Dream

Dreams many times aren't just random images and thoughts supplied by the subconscious but a message from the "inner" part of ourselves, the part that can only speak to us through these dreams. However there are dreams that are "jumbled" messages and others that have a clear meaning.

Last night I had one of these dreams. I don't know how I knew it was important, but for some reason it just seemed different, more real, like a sequence rather then just the usual random images.

I can't really remember how it started, but what I do remember went something like this:

I was in a bamboo hut on a tropical island near the sea. I had a small shoulder bag which contained my keys and cellphone. For some reason I left the hut towards the second floor (I think it was to find someone but I'm not sure) and not finding what I was looking for went back down stairs. All of a sudden as I was reaching the hut again a wave brushes my feet and right afterwards the wave completely washes over me knocking me down. As it recoils I glance around and see my bag is open. I reach inside and find my keys but not my cellphone. I try groping the sand around me for the phone but can't find it. As I continued to search frantically for the phone another wave comes, not as harshly as the last but envelops me around the waist and pushes me back as it retreats, trying to take me with it. I get up and run as fast as I can towards the hut. I ask the people there if they've seen a phone but everyone is running towards the second floor away from the rising water. I follow them, always asking for my phone and a lady finally turns to me and says "I think i saw it downstairs". I run back downstairs and there it is on top of the counter but just as I pick it up a wave washes over me and takes it away again. Afraid, (at this point my heart is already racing), I run back up the stairs towards everyone but the water was already flooding the second floor of the little shabby hut. so everyone decides to go to the roof. I remember turning to someone and asking if the roof would hold us all but the guy just pushed me as everyone tried to get onto the hay roof. As I look over the roof towards the sea that was circling the hut I see killer whales jumping in the water, big whales!, the size of blue whales. All of a sudden there are hundreds of them in the water like piranhas and they start snatching people from the roof. I try clinging onto the hay but the guy from before gives me a shove as he too tries to hold on and I fall in the water. I glance up through the clear calm water above me at all the scared faces but I can't hear there screams.. Sensing something I look ahead and see a killer whale coming my way and I close my eyes. I didn't want to see. I didn't want to see myself die, ripped to peices. Eyes wedge shut I waited to feel the pain but I didn't. Suddenly a voice inside my mind tells me: "Open your eyes. See. Or die." For some reason after hearing the voice I'm not afraid anymore. I open my eyes just as a pair of jaws snaps around me and everything goes black.

Suddenly I open my eyes and I'm at a hospital. I get up and I'm alright, not a single scratch or bruise or broken bone. As I go down the steps I leave the hospital and walk into the floor level which turned into a museum. However this section of the museum was a memorial. As I look around I see snapshot of what had just happened, recreational displays of things that happened on the island: Mannequin whales and plastic tides rising above a cardboard hut. I run for the door and see the sign: In memory of the talahukiwani disaster. Beneath it is a banner with names, hundreds of names of the people who had died in the disaster and my name was the only one not on it. Screaming, I run out the door and into a bar. I walk up to the bartender, eyes raw and red, and ask the lady were I was. The lady looks at me strangely and threatens to call the police. I look down at her badge and see Psychiatrist printed on the label. I run back out the door towards my house (which for some reason is nearby) but nobody is home. I knock and I knock and finally break down crying. Someone pats my back and the people form the TV series Criminal Minds are there (of all things!) and they say they are going to help me through this, they are going to analyse me and tell me what is wrong with me and how it can be fixed. Reid then starts recounting the events of the disaster and I start crying even louder until something wet marks my hand. I look up and see a puppy , a golden retriever licking my face and when I reached out to pet it he takes off. As I see him leave I become empty but calm, as if I'm at peace with myself, as if I finally come to senses with what had happened and it was OK.

And that is when I wake up for real. I just layed there in my bed thinking, replaying it over and over in my mind to try and understand what it meant. I tried going onto dream interpretation sites and maost of them talk of spiritual harmony and lost connections.

So, I leave this story here not only to remember it further on but also for any insight anyone can give me on it. If anyone reading this post understands dreams then please help me understand this one because it feels important! Like I NEED to understand it, I HAVE to understand... any help will be greatly appreciated.

 

 

"What if this reality is a dream and when we die we wake up?" - Social-conciousness.com

"Now You See Me"

I went to see this movie with my mom and sister on a spontaneous decision, and boy was it worth it! This movie has magic and intrigue and leaves you the whole time guessing How did they do that?? The good thing is that the character played by Morgan Freeman later explains the how and then your reaction turns to How did I miss that?!

If you like magic and suspense and action then you'll love this movie! You may think by watching the trailer below that its mostly CGI and special effects but in reality its actually real, just one big illusion.

Like they said in the movie: "Look closely, because the closer you think you are, the less you will actually see"

 

4 Amazing Magicians. 3 Impossible Heists. 1 Billion Dollars.

Mermaids: Real or Fantasy?

Watch these videos and pick a side.

MERMAID: THE BODY FOUND

 

 

MERMAID: THE NEW EVIDENCE

 

Random Find...

Me and my sister were surfing the net for clips of music turned nightcore (which was insanely cool albeit creepy) when my sister told me about how in Japan they did a live concert of an anime band and how they used holograms to make them appear 3D real (and I mean they look SUPER real. If you stand close enough to the front you can even get pantie shots!...or so I heard...If you don't believe me youtube Hatusne Miku Live and you'll see).

Anyway...When we were checking youtube we happened upon this clip... me and my sister cried like two big girly babies. Why? I'll leave that for you to find out after you too have watched the clip...

Red Wedding

When this episode came out I had already read the book so I already knew what was going to happen. However reading it and seeing it were two different things and I have to say that the acting for this scene was incredible and outstanding! As my sister said: "On this sad day, as the Sky is crying in thunderous rage, I shed tears with it in memory of the red wedding massacre. The honarable always pay the blood price for the sins of others. But the rivers will run crimson. The North Never Forgets"

Extremely LONG update

Ok... So I've been "missing in action" these last few ...months (sigh)... but here is a recap of what's happened since my last post (in November?! Wow. Didn't realize it's been that long...):

- Last December, on my 21st birthday, I finally got my driver's license, joined the PTK (honors society of my school), was placed on the Dean's List of excellent students, and passed my fall semester with straight A's. Not only was that a great ending to the year but also, on my birthday, my mother took me and my twin sister to see the premiere of the Hobbit movie (which was so COOL!). It was worth staying up until four in the morning.

- On New years Eve, a friend of mine came overseas to visit his girlfriend and stayed the new years at my place. Ir was funny having him around, it almost felt like the old days, watching movies back to back and lazying around just relaxing.

- At the beginning of the year, as a requisite to all honors program students we had to do a personal undergraduate thesis project on any topic concerning our major. Being a biology major, I chose one that would approach both the environmental area and genetic area of this subject. So my project was on: The Effects of Salinity Increase on the Genetic Code of Freshwater Guppies. It was a very cool experiment. I got to take DNA samples from live fish, do PCR scans and gel electrophoresis to see the DNA bands. All in all it was worth the headache. The end result was a 31 page paper and a 37 slide PowerPoint, but I think its safe to say that I didn't disappoint anyone in the biology department, even if the school president and vice president were a little confused with all the fancy terminology.

- This years spring semester was also an all A's semester (don't know how I did it though, with the capstone project and all).

- Although I have been keeping up with my grades and work, I haven't been paying to much attention to my health. Two months ago I had to go to the chiropractor AND an orthopedic because apparently I have a fracture in my spine. Unless I go for surgery, it isn't something that can be fixed easily. However, due to my economical situation, the orthopedic said that for now the only thing I can do to make it better is... exercise. Now, every morning when I wake up I have to do 10 minutes worth of half sit ups and 10 minutes worth of leg stretching and touching my toes. That and include my already daily 10 minutes of meditation, I now have to get up half an hour earlier then usual before going to school because my bloody back decided to crack...literally.

- To take my mind off my back pain one day, my cousin took me to a comedy club in New York and boy it was worth it. I laughed until both my ribs AND my back ached, and I was almost falling off the chair. However the best part of that night was that we had an unexpected guest: the comedian Chris Rock. That's right ladies and gentlemen. I met Chris Rock himself, standing not even two feet away from me as he blew the stage. That was one night to remember. (we even got to see the grand central station where the I am legend was shot. That was also pretty cool!)

- As a way to congratulate myself for my accomplishments in school, I saved about six months worth of tip money and bought myself an xbox. Now every time I want to blow off some steam I just  play assassins creed or Lord of the Rings War in the North, and ´start kicking everyone's ass.

- And speaking of kicking ass, my mother rode a motorcycle! I was stunned. She actually ride a motorcycle and she wasn't scared. She owned it, like a pro! I was so proud. She's finally becoming herself again, the person she was before my father f##ked it up.

- The other day my cousin convinced me to do an all nighter to watch the batman trilogy. I'm a huge marvel fan so I decided why not? Not only were the movies amazing, both plot wise and acting wise, but at the end of the screening the only thing that kept coming to my mind was how awesome Heath Ledger played the Joker. After seeing his performance I fell in love. I now, officially, turned Harley Quinn.

- In these last few months I have also come up with more ideas for books and fanfictions I'll probably write (someday) but also began a little project of my own. I started writing a plant book, with all the types of poisons and cures one can get from plants. (Because it is never to late to be prepared for the zombie Apocalypse LOL)

- Speaking of writing, I began to read this comic, written and drawn by Shiniez on deviantart called Sunstone. Although many will not like this type of reading (because it involves lesbianism, and BDSM) I wanted people to know that it goes beyond that. This story demonstrates that true meaning behind BDSM, and not the "sadism-masochism" idea people have of it. It also shows the hardships people who are into BDSM have to face before society. The fact that they add the gay issue is even more brilliant. For anyone out there with an open mind I would highly recommend that you read it. You will not be disappointed.

- As a New years resolution I have decided to make a general evaluation of myself. A devised a mental list where I store all the words that describe who and what I am as a person. Everyday, since that day, I add a new word to that list depending on what I realize throughout the day. Like the other day I realized that I was a chronic doubter. Now I have that included in my self-dictionary of self assessment.

- This self-dictionary comes to purpose after I made a very important finding. I have always had a passion for books but music was more of a passing thing. I'd listen to it but it wouldn't captivate me as words did. That is, until I met Kamelot. You know the feeling when you hear a song and it flows inside you until it reaches your bones and you have this feeling of understanding that you think no one else will come to understand? I found that with Kamelot. There words spoke to me like no music ever did. their melody (a mixture of rock and orchestra), their lyrics (their songs form a story, and not just random songs), everything about them is similar to me, and that is how I know I have found my band. And as if my spirit guides where sending me a sign, as soon as I found them, not even a week later news reached me that they were going to do a concert in the United States featuring Delain and Eklipse. I was on my computer booking the tickets soon after. So, In just a few months I will be able to see them live! How cool is that?!

Well, that's it for now... for the small news at least. LOL Stay tuned for the rest...