Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Wish List

Mood: Nervous

.... but never mind...

Xmas Wishlist!


Tha new iPod! Black and red (very stylish color combo, absolutely LOVE it!) plus it's 60 gigas! NICE!


Blythe! Already found another fan in my group of friends, so we might as well join those doll-crazed freaks out there .... plus you only have to spend $80 to sign in! What a deal!

Well, up til now, my wishlist is up to $580 in spending, so I'm like ... $600 short ... ;-) See ya!

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Hi Fi

I just wish these dreams would go away, it's the second time I dream about these things, I do not want them in my head. Recurrent themes. Ugh! I wake up with the feeling that the dream actually happenned, and it's a panicky feeling, like I fucked up or something. Thankfully, truth is better than fiction at these points.

My new beeper (yes, a beeper... I was handed one on Friday at 5PM... felt like being handed one of Rambaldi's devices, a museum item of sorts, a sun dial, something pricelessly useless) started beeping this morning at 6:30AM. What worries me is that this is the kind of activity that most technicians have to endure when they are on-call during weekends: get a call at 6AM on a saturday, wake up, go to the office or wherever, solve it ... u know, it's scary to see the line between your personal life and your work being blurred and lost like that. Thing is, it will happen to me. I am one of those chosen to be on call on a regular basis as soon as I am considered to be able to solve problems by myself.

If only ...

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

lost it ...

Tenia tantas ideas para escribir en este espacio hoy ... todas perdidas por una conversacion q no me esperaba ahora mismo ... por un relajo montado por mi usual autismo sintomatico cuando me conecto ...

Pensando un poco: en Florida estan votando hoy, no se por que ni los pormenores de esto. Papi estaba en esas. Votando. Por Kerry. Thankfully and let's hope he wins.

Can't concentrate .... FUCK THIS!

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Cheers ... without the Jose Cuervo.

Listening to: Cheers Darlin' - Damien Rice
Mood: ... oh dear


This song had been looping in my head for a few days now, but I had totally forgotten who sung it or the name, everything had scrammed from my memory except the sorrowful despair that it carries. Should have assumed and trusted that Eze would include it in one of the MP3 CDs he made for me some time ago.

Now, why did it loop that way for so many days? Why am I feeling this particular way at times? So many things are going right, so many things have gotten fixed... this ungrateful little bitch sitting here cannot deal with a bit of sadness in the blood? Damn!

Here is the latest on how to fight boredom...

I don't even know what's going on really inside of me. I suppose automatically a disorder of sorts, usually blame myself, my neuron connections, my subconscious workings, I blame no one else... I never do. Whenever things aren't as pretty as one hopes, why do I start feeling doomsday weighing on my shoulder? Things start looking less pink... why does the gradient jump to gray?

Why do I make his memories my own... don't I have enough with what I have lived, with the baggage I bring to all this? It's almost beautiful how all of it merges into this big ball of dark glass and tears.

What this feels like: unexplainable. But it depresses, it sinks, it washes me in salt and vinegar. Until I feel jaded, sea-treated, like rusty metal ... like the things I love ... but when they cut, they kill. If only feelings were more organic, less shiny, then the luster wouldn't be gone that easily. Then it would all behave like the inside spiral of a seashell: always shiny, neverending.


How do you turn a chain into a seashell?

How do you erase your memory, how do you unchain yourself from all that made you who you are ... how do you get to be new again?

Cheers Darlin' - Damien Rice

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover boy
Cheers darlin'
I got years to wait around for you
Cheers darlin'
I've got your wedding bells in my ear
Cheers darlin'
You give me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

And I die when you mention his name
And I lied, I should have kissed you
When we were running the reins

What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?

Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover man
Cheers darlin'
I just hang around and eat from a can
Cheers darlin'
I got a ribbon of green on my guitar
Cheers darlin'
I got a beauty queen
To sit not very far from here

I die when he comes around
To take you home
I'm too shy
I should have kissed you when we were alone

What am I darlin'?
A whisper in your ear?
A piece of your cake?
What am I, darlin?
The boy you can fear?
Or your biggest mistake?

Oh what am I? What am I darlin'?
I got years to wait...

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Let the sun set on my tears

I spent this sunset at one of these:



... and I started thinking... that every time I spend a sunset or an evening at a Wendy's, the mood tends to set in gloomy and weird. At first I thought that it had something to do with the excess of windows and how it looks so dark outside, but then I remembered that other fast food places, like McDonals, have a deluge of windows, and I've never felt like that in one of those.

So I noticed ... the color scheme. All Wendy's restaurants have a color scheme in which blue-green is predominant, with other gradients of blue, and highlights in wine-red and pink (these highlights do very little to chipper up the place). Colors like blue and green are calm and, if the color scheme and lighting in which they are included are not taken good care of, they could very well end up being downright depressing. These color schemes are not your typical fast food colors. It has been proven that bright colors, like white, pink, orange, red and yellow arouse hunger and increase activity. These are popular amongst fast food places because people are not only compelled to eat more, but they also feel the need to move on. What's up with Wendy's? I don't know.

However, I did not need the depressing sunset on me today either. It has been a gloomy day, mostly my fault. I just wish I were a bit less emotional, a bit more pragmatic ... i just wish I didn't get so easily worked up and teary eyed over things as ephemeral as one day less, one hour less, a notch down the belt... things that shouldn't be at all of significance in the bigger scheme. I still feel, however, the need to cry more, and it worries me, cuz I have no reason at all to feel sad, not really. But things come to my head, excuses and reasons for the tears, fantasies of doom and gloom. Today has been an exercise of self control. Of wanting to cry more, just a bit more, and not being able to, so as to prevent more questions from falling on my head. Today has been a day of finally noticing that I am not always on the right. As a matter of fact, I'm mostly on the wrong and childish attitudes, irrational thinking, control my reactions. Today I noticed how easy it could be to ruin the most precious things in your life, the things you should be forever grateful for, with one tear too many. Today I feel it would be wrong to keep crying, but then I can't help it.

Today I feel like going into hibernation, hide from the monster in myself, and not come back until it sleeps again.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Divine Plan my ass!

However some things happen for no apparent reason, at least for the while. Then you notice that even if what's happenning is not entirely to your great benefit (although in this instance it isn't to my detriment either, fortunately), it is to the benefit of others, and that a little act of good will can open up doors for you.

Do not misinterpret, I do not mean economical doors or a favor owed to you (how convenient!) but more like... mental doors. Suddenly, a little act of good faith, letting go of fears and grudges, it makes you understand things apparently unrelated. Well, at least it happenned to me today. And I am thankful that at last, out of a particular situation that wasn't the most pleasant, I was able to extricate a bit of meaning, a bit of value to my favor.

The value of true empathy over something that was otherwise not so totally clear... well, now it is.




Yet again, I wish to apologize for my cryptic tone, but sometimes, just sometimes... you just can't get rid of a bomb!

Good News First!

I got a fucking jobbbbbbbbb!
Here!

Good salary offer and, as customary for the company that used to be GM Group, great benefit package. I am happy about this. VERY happy. I'm supposed to start on friday (a bit off-whack, it being friday, but it makes sense, since they pay on days 15 and 30).

On the other hand (and I apologize for my unusual cryptic demeanor): very concerned that I'm not being told something. Even if I know (or hope) it has nothing to do with me, I am still very concerned. I respect the need for space and silence and non-disclosure. However, the need to "not talk about it right now" is new to me in this particular situation and unsettles me a bit.
But I trust ... I trust the other's judgement and I stand by my initial decision to respect the needed space.

Concerned about my father too. :-(

Sunday, September 26, 2004

In a Foul Mood

No need to spread it around, however I am finding that this foul mood, this depression, is bleeding into unrelated areas of my life. One of them being my love life, which is going quite well, if we don't take this current emotional state of mine into account.

I am afraid of fucking it up due to my un-diligence at just disposing of these negative thoughts and dark emotions. It has nothing to do with him, or the relationship per se. It has to do with me and my state of growing despair for a job, something to do, money to earn.

Already expecting the worst (which is not very constructive in itself and if I keep it that way, the devil's gonna take me as part-time, underpaid concubine)...



May the force swim up your ass.

Diana

Thursday, September 23, 2004

In celebration of...

LOVE


July 23rd, 2004.


Thanks, luv, for these two months thats sometimes feel like a second and sometimes feel like a year, but they have always felt right.

I love you.

:-)

The Art of Dreaming

... y como el "arte de soñar" me tiene ya cacorra!

Why do I keep dreaming things? My mind keeps pulling out cards out of my subconscious, bringing forward whatever it is I think has been forgotten. One day it is that deeply ingrained fear of beaing left alone, next... like last night... I can't even say what it could have meant. Besides, it stirs up nothing in my being besides this one phrase: "What the fuck!?"

I dreamt of my ex.... and I dreamt of his wife. And more about her than him... perhaps the predominant mood in all of this is the same mood that overcame me the day I really saw her up close, just a few weeks before I finished working there. It was annoyance at him for having abandoned and double played a woman as beautiful as she. It is a point of view so stupid, because... why didn't I think of that before? I already knew she existed, I already knew thay had kids together, I already knew they had once loved each other. Her being beautiful doesn't change a thing in life... why should it change my point of view?

Perhaps it's the fact that having her that close, that day, made her much more real to me. And that is what hit me like a truck and made me much more happy of having ended the relationship with him.

However, I have to get all this shit out of my system. NOW!

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

The Process of Job Hunting

So! It's been more than a month, to be honest, it's been a month and 16 days since my last day as a worker. Since then, maybe even since before, I've been looking for a new job. No one said it would be easy, but then again, I never thought it would become this hard. Maybe because I don't have another job to fall back on, maybe beacause my days are filled with longing... not only for a satisfying job, but for the compensation that goes with it... the thing that "moves the world around": money.

I wouldn't consider myself materialistic, but everyone knows you need money to survive and procure yourself the most basic commodities. Right now, thanks to my mother, I haven't been wanting on the most basic things, plus a few other vices and privileges as well. However, I hate to be a clinger,

Yesterday I went to yet another interview. The second one with Evertec, It went well, I suppose, because I was selected as part of a (small?) group to go through the last phase: checking references. This is where I get anxious, because even if I am very aware that I had no quarrel with my previous employer and clients, nonetheless there's the small detail that to them, to my ex-employers, I am supposed to be in North Carolina. Puzzlement will ensue. Puzzlement brings unpredictability.

Alex, as I got to know him for two years as a boss, was a good man. A fair boss. One to keep his moods in check... too much in check, to be honest. Most of the times I couldn't really read his moods. That made him unpredictable by nature, at least to me... and that makes for a relatively dangerous situation.

Now that they will learn that I am not on the other side of the Atlantic, a Pandora's box will open.

And knowing the intricacies of personal trusts that rule the world at D&A, certain someone else will know for sure I am here ... and avoiding him. Maybe he already knows. Maybe he even reads this blog. I have taken all the risks quite unconcernedly. But now he could know for sure. I just hope a personal vendetta does not ensue.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

An Experiment

Went here, a website I had visited before... just as an experiment. It had been a while since I last visited. It's a good website that recommends movies for you to watch according to profile and mood. I thought it would make for an interesting experiment, since I've watched a few more movies since my last visit.
Their recommendation (after two first tries: Trainspotting -which I LOVED- and American Beauty -which was great too):


Magnolia

Magnolia is the study of nine lives in one day in San Fernando Valley, California. These nine lives all connect and revolve around the game show "What Do Kids Know?"(WDKK), where a team of three kids play against adults and everytime the show is on, there is a new team of adults and the kids remain; if they won the previous game. Earl Partridge (the late Jason Robards) produced "WDKK" when it was first on in the late 60s. He is dying of brain and lung cancer and is being taken care of by Phil Parma (Philip Seymour Hoffman), a male nurse. Linda, Earl's trophy wife (Julianne Moore) starts to fall in love with Earl for real, despite her cheating. Earl, rapidly dying on his bed, asks Phil to find his estranged son, Frank T.J. Mackey (Tom Cruise), who grew up hating Earl and now runs a seminar for single men, which teaches them how to seduce a woman and leave her... The host of "WDKK", Jimmy Gator (Philip Baker Hall), is also dying, but not as rapidly as Earl. He has a very rocky relationship with his daughter Claudia (Melora Waters), who sniffs crack 24/7 and accuses her father of sexually molesting her. Police Officer Jim (John C. Reilly) goes to Claudia's house after getting called about a disturbance. He falls in love with her right away... Stanley Specter (Jeremy Blackman) is a contestant on "WDKK", who is a genius and is being used by his father to make money. If Stanley and his team keep winning, they will set a record on the show and get tons of money. The record Stanley is trying to beat is the 1968 record set by Donnie Smith (William H. Macy), who had the exact same childhood when he was on the show and has now grown up to be a pathetic loser. He's been recently fired from his job, and is trying to find his way into happiness...


Oooookay... might watch .... some day... I guess.... Any opinions? Please?

Monday, September 20, 2004

AdDicTeD tO liFe


Addicted to the noise in the streets, the passing lights, the buzz inside my eyes.
Couldn't do without...
The pain of unrequited love
The tears that blur the letters on my screen
The laughter that wells up from within
The dimpled cheeks that your smile gave birth to.



Couln't live without...
The dreams of a city far away
Even if it's just the same
As the city we trample and carouse through right now
It's still our dream to break free
From the web cast by the electricity lines
And the clotheslines, trapped by plastic pins and wooden needles
Ensnared by a staircase of musical notes and unfamiliar smells
Altogether too close and eroticized to be unaware.



I have been trapped by a city
But honestly it would be all the same
San Juan, New York or Madrid
It's the same feel of being trapped
But willingly
The same feel of living connected to the endless circuit of life and mechanisms
The same feel of never leaving the static and buzz behind for a moment
The same feel of being forever enticed
Ensnared
Enamored
Drawn
Beckoned
... and trapped...
by a pair of receding tail lights.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Pegando una Vaciada del Carajo

Cada día me confunden mas mis propias sensaciones, pq son una mezcla, se confunden, se combinan, y lo peor de todo: no me dejan en paz.
A lo mejor pegando la vaciada del siglo, logre desmadejar el caos q me tiene un poco loca, un poco demente... y mas que un poco deprimida.

Issue #1: Los chavos
Necesito dinero: that much is plain to see. Por un lado me siento culpable porque estoy usando los recursos de mi madre no solo para lo ínfimamente necesario, sino para un lujo como lo son los cigarrillos. Estoy más que consciente de q se los voy a pagar de vuelta, pero eso no quita un poco la sensación de culpabilidad. Ya esta discusión la tuve con Eze, hasta llegar a la conclusión de q no debería sentirme culpable, que estoy haciendo todo lo posible por conseguir un trabajo. Y sí, es cierto, pero estoy siendo ... digamos que "overly selective in the process". Si el desespero fuese tanto, ya hubiese tomado el primer trabajo ofrecido y no ha sido asi. Supongo q en parte para preservar mi sanidad mental. Espero que de esta semana salga algo. Sali horita de mi primera entrevista de una serie de cuatro q tengo entre hoy y mañana. Espero q uno de estos sitios sea...

El "Issue #2" es algo puramente psicologico y no se si el issue de los chavos y la consiguiente depre sea lo que aporta a esta situacion. Digo q es psicologico pq realmente no hay nada en el mundo tangente que haga refuerzo de las cosas q se están colando del subconsciente a mia pensamientos menos sutiles.
A rajatabla: me siento un poco abandonada por mi pareja. Lo se! Nada que ver con la realidad! Y se q no es asi y se lo q el siente por mi, no lo dudo, no lo pongo en entredicho. Mejor hombre que el no he conocido y creo q seria dificil encontrarlo en la esfera social donde nos movemos. Ya le habia mencionado a el, sin embargo, que me hacía algo de falta el tiempito que soliamos tener juntos solos... ultimamente entre mudanzas y reuniones sociales/familiares/laborales/academicas (sobre todo los compromisos de el, ya q ahora mismo mas desocupada yo no podria estar)... pues no nos ha dado tiempo real para dedicarnos el uno al otro. Si pasamos mucho tiempo juntos, pero las mas de las veces es en medio de un grupo, siempre hay alguien mas, obvio que la dinamica no es la misma y las atenciones de divierten y dividen hacia los demas concurrentes.
Eso no me ofende, ni mas faltaba. Somos seres sociales y no podemos vivir en una burbuja. No obstante par de preocupaciones me pasan por la mente: el hecho de que una pareja deberia dedicarse tiempo a solas tambien, eso es lo que fortalece la dinamica entre los dos y nos afianza como pareja (por eso mismo muchas parejas q son de imagen nada mas, q dedican mas tiempo a fichurear en grupo pq se ven lindos juntos ... esas cosas no funcionan)... se q esta situacion es temporera y se q no deberia preocuparme, pero sigue siendo algo en mi subconsciente, lo tengo q soltar... q mejor modo q escribiendolo?
Ahora si, este mismo tren nos deja agotados, tanto q no nos queda animos para ser cute el uno con el otro. Si nos damos la mano y sabemos lo q sentimos, pero en estos ultimos dias arrancarnos una sonrisa mutua se hace cada vez mas dificil, no pq estemos molestos, sino pq estamos cansados (creo yo, al menos en mi caso el cansancio se suma a la depre por no tener chavos)... Pensar en eso nada mas me deprime un poco mas y es algo q probablemente me va trabajando en el fondo.... igual, no son cosas q me molestan, solo preocupaciones bobas q igual se irán tan pronto todo regrese a su normalidad...

solo quiero dejar de soñar con estas preocupaciones.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

The Trial

Inclusive, no hace falta hacer un recuento del "trial" famoso ese que experimente ayer. Con decir que fue terrible y q inclusive antes de firmar con esa gente ya odiaba el sitio al cabo de 5 horas... bueno, eso va bajo el título de "Jobs NOT to take".

Por otro lado se me abren par de puertas, algunas en lugares y puestos que nada q ver tienen con lo que yo he hecho en los ultimos 4 años, y par de llamadas de lugares y puestos que componen un mecanismo corporativo al cual he cantado y vociferado que odio acérrimamente, no obstante son los lugares que me han mantenido bastante contenta y cómoda. A veces toca vender un poco el idealismo para poder comprar el pasaje de salida permanente, no?

Continúo buscando trabajo pero me da la impresión de que me estoy acercando, esta es la recta final, tan solo tengo q buscar donde meter el caballo y que haya suficiente paja pa que coma!

Gracias a los pocos que se han ensañado con la vida para no dejarme caer en el desespero (ustedes saben quienes son) y gracias tambien a quienes han ignorado por completo mi problematica, pq a veces a los problemas hay que ignorarlos para q se hagan mas pequeños.

En otra nota:

PEÑUTA!

A Florida, USA la naturaleza lo tiene cogido de cherry ah! Y me rejode y me toca en lo personal pq mi papa esta alla. Papi solía decir, cuando vivia aqui en Macondo, que el ahuyentaba los huracanes ... algo que ver con la sangre colombiana como repelente ciclónico? BUEH! ... pero estaba en lo incorrecto (LO AND BEHOLD! Mi papa en lo incorrecto! DAMN!) porque ya le han pasado dos por encima y ahi va el tercero en una sola temporada. QUE CHICHA!

Solo espero que Ivan coja y decida espetarse en Honduras mas bien o algo asi, y que dejen de joder a mi papá, el solo quiere hacerse de una vida fructífera en fucking USA! ¬_¬

Sunday, August 29, 2004

On the Inadequacies of Being....

... or the way I've fallen completely and utterly in love, and the fact that, even though most of the times it makes me feel giddy,
on a natural adrenaline high,
happy (completely utterly blissfully happy),
sometimes, some days (like today) in which by itself I already feel blue or sad or simply regretful
(for the excessively alcoholized evening I had last night, for example),
I start feeling scared of how intense that high, that excessive bliss, feels...

How to love so much 'til it hurts... without actually getting hurt...?

Then it starts feeling inadequately vulnerable. I feel inadequately vulnerable... and then my thoughts start spiraling towards that side of the specter I shouldn't be visiting at all. Being scared of how strong this feels is supposed to be alright, except that by nature one starts wondering wether you're alone in this situation. My brain knows the answer ... so does my heart... so what part of me is this which governs the fears and can actually have power enough to affect my moods (in passing or not so much)?

Why is it that fears, no matter how subconscious they start off as, seep into our everyday thoughts with such ease, as if they were natural and logical assumptions, instead of presenting themselves as what they really are? Goddamned weeds in the line of thought!

Then maybe, just maybe, analyizing them and identifying them as viruses of the well-being of the mind, I can isolate them as such, erradicate them, just get rid of the fears, dismiss them as plain time-established insecurities which need not be there!

Yes, then I can work with what I really can count on: simple, reliable logic and emotion...





BTW: This rant is in no way related to the "Life Line" Doctrine presented in Donnie Darko. Thanks and good night.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

The Reason of Being

... or why the concept of this journal has defeated itself in purpose. The name in itself says it all: Tangled Emotions. Whereas I found myself in a situation of stormy standstill, like the sea: calm on the outside but broiling with life underneath it's mirrory calmness... now I find myself in a totally different place: a total calmness, utter bliss. A place I had never been before ... and it concerns me that at some point I won't have all that much to talk about (at least where my love life is concerned) because it will all be so ... alright... makes me happy but then defeats the initial purpose of this cybernetic space ... which means I shouldn't have destined it to be ONLY about my love life ... which means I'm gonna have to either change its name or tangle my emotions in respect to other areas in my life (which would be ... unnatural ... although interesting)....


Just had to question and re-state the purpose of this journal: no longer to gripe about my love life or lack thereof... just another journal...

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Flatlining

... But in the best sense possible. An utmost tranquility, serenity, that cannot be described by mere words. I may not be taking flight anymore, but the most important part of me has: my heart. At last my heart feels free to love, devoid of desperation and insecurities, it loves like a calm sea... washing over, slowly advancing, enormous, sometimes ominous, sometimes inviting, but inevitable and always there. For the first time in perhaps more than 10 years, this process takes yet again place in my heart. A process that surely and steadily burns set into my heart, changes my world, makes it more real, more colorful, more ... THERE!



Blessed be the moment our lips joined...

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Hourglass

... and the minutes scurry away. The time is coming that I should leave, and I know that with it, it carries no regrets. However, I am starting to doubt the effectivity of this move, how will it make me forget that which lives in my heart? Is it possible to fall out of love when the love you've fallen INTO is more real and deeper than the greatest love ever immortalized in page and pen? Could I really forget the best moments in my life? Would it be fair, considering that I do not forget the worst moments all too easily?

You still look at me behind beady glasses and perhaps this steely wall that keeps your feeling locked away, hidden out of my sight. However I can still smell you, I can still see you, I can still feel you, and even though it might just be the carcass, the shell into which love was encased almost a year ago, I still love it, the way you cherish the gift's wrapping even though the gift is gone.

Nonetheless, the fact that love shines not through anymore, does not give your eyes that perfect glow ... it breaks my heart and shatters the pieces into the finest dust. I yearn for a love that doesn't live anymore, I asked and pleaded once, and even though I plead no more, my heart still yearns and cries out for the soulmate you once were. Our past has been encased and pasted into the pages behind me, I cannot reach out and relive, too certain have you made it that there's no way to return to that ecstatic state of mind, body and soul, thet merge of two into the perfect ONE that made both parts... perfect ... just as you are.

...yet again... for Heri.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Exhausted / Venting

... or how I want to get my groove back, however people keep tugging me in different direction.

And friends are not friends when they impose themselves on you without consideration of previous plans and/or the fatigue you're already feeling with existing obligations. This is pissing me off so bad, I can't even function right.

Let's see, let's make this call right here (J.J.)...
... and a voicemail, I get, which is fine cuz I DON'T impose myself on my friends. What is UP with this girl? Why do other females find this even remotely normal?!

Am I the abnormal one here? :-(