My Notes on He's Just Not That Into You

Ok so I was watching the movie, for the 5th time I think, and this time I decided to take some notes. Things that came to my mind to help me understand my own self. You know what they say, "Know thy self". So, here they go.

-Us women, we all want marriage and kids. No matter what we say, how independent or career driven we are, we all want it.

-We all want to believe. As in HOPE that the relationship works. And for us, every match instantly turns into a relationship (even if it's just in our head)

-We like to feel love and care and attention, even if we're not interested in a relationship with the person giving it to us. We're basically self esteem booster junkies.

-We are desperate and in constant need of social acknowledgement. Deep down we are sooo insecure.

-Trust...We don't know why but we always do. Even without grounds for it.

-We foolishly believe and desperately want to believe in all types of relationships: cyber relationships, LDR's, etc. And we seek for constant reassurance of them because we just want to believe.

-We may not say it, and we publicly deny it, but we are so very scared of being or ending up alone.

-We definitely like to be liked or sought after. It is a huge turn on.

-We want a relationship so much that we even believe that jerks are nice guys that need us to become nice. Where have we gotten that from? Maybe the princess and the frog...? Damn fairy tales!

-What we constantly refuse to believe: If a guy shows no interest at all, he's geniuinely NOT INTERESTED

-We are ready and willing to give up what we want/hoped/dreamed/wished for...are they? I think NOT!

-Guys don't want to get married until they propose on their own.

-Why are we the troubled ones on the commencement of relationships? Easy, guys have control. We don't. They are the ones that call or not. We just wait. Control=peace of mind, anxiety off.

-We always want to make it work, no matter what. We take accountability for it.

-No one says it out loud, but we HATE WEDDINGS. Come on it's just another reminder that someone else has found true love and we haven't. And that sucks!

-We are prepared to wait for this guy to come around to his senses and sweep us off our feet...and boy do we wait!

-We know that we are supposed to keep being like that...like girls are.

-No matter what the douchbag did, we always get to the part where we think it is our fault.

-For us sex=love, for guys sex=sex and nothing above that.

-We are willing to enter a pointless relationship just to not be lonely...it's just sad.

-Huge suckers for details. The insignificant small things definitely make the difference for us.

Well, that's what I found interesting or worth bringing up. Bottom line: being a girl can suck big time!

Comunicadores poco informados

Me parece realmente increíble la poca calidad de la comunicación masiva que tenemos en Costa Rica. Basta con observar o escuchar cualquiera de los "suceseros" noticieros nacionales para darse cuenta que estamos sobrados de comunicadores que pronuncian mal, tienen un pobre vocabulario y horrendos problemas de dicción.

Esta profesión, que básicamente consiste la fuente informativa de los costarricenses y en muchas ocasiones sirve de ejemplo para los niños que apenas aprenden sobre nuestro idioma en las escuelas, ha sido vilmente puerilizada por profesionales de la comunicación que no tienen las cualidades requeridas para ejercer su trabajo.

Así como en cualquier empresa, los puestos deben de poseer una descripción respectiva que contenga los requisitos específicos necesarios para el buen desempeño de la misma. De igual manera, los medios de comunicación masiva deberían de buscar ciertas características en los comunicadores, que deriven de su imagen pública y su función como fuentes de información nacional.

Sencillo: si quiero ser modelo tengo que cuidar mi apariencia física, si quiero ser cantante tengo que afinar mi voz, si quiero ser socorrista debo ser capaz de reaccionar en situaciones bajo presión, si quiero ser comunicador debo de tener una dicción impecable, un amplio vocabulario y conocimiento del idioma en el cual comunico. Si no cumplo con los requisitos debo de preocuparme por obtenerlos y si definitivamente no puedo pues me busco otra profesión.

Y pues claro, a un cantante desafinado nadie lo escucha y punto. Pero a los malos comunicadores, carniceros de nuestro idioma no nos queda más que soportarlos porque el noticiero decidió que esta era la persona que reunía los requisitos para el puesto.

Tanto los comunicadores como las compañías de comunicación masiva deberían sentir un poco de responsabilidad por el rol social que realizan en relación con la correcta difusión de nuestro idioma.

Esta tarde vi llover...

Llueve sobre las ventanas, llueve sobre el asfalto, llueve sobre las hojas que ceden ante el peso agobiante de las gotas. Vaya como llueve.

Esas gotas incesantes no dan tregua al proceso natural de absorción e inundan ferozmente todo espacio disponible. Soñé ser una de esas gotas. Cómo pudiera con mi ser, mis pensamientos, mi espíritu inundar todo cuanto encuentre a mi paso?

Sin embargo estas copiosas e indistintas gotas no dejan huella. Una vez que cesa la lluvia, pasa el tiempo y el sol muestra un nuevo día, no queda remanente alguno que demuestre su paso por el mundo.

Pienso que mejor no quiero ser gota de lluvia.

Missing a plane on purpose...

I had a ticket...I had it in my hands. I was stupid enough to buy it in advance. And the worst part is that I still wanted to go.

It's so hard letting go. I know I made my decision, I know I made it with all the information and facts I had at the time. So why am I still sorry for it? Why do I still care so much?

I guess I'm broken. My heart is for sure. But now my mind appears to be so as well. I can't stop thinking about all the wonderful things he was and the magic of the moments we shared. Although at the end the magic was as good as gone.

I know I can surely find someone else, the problem is that I don't want to! But I know and understand that "us" just can't happen. Not under the current circumstances. I'll inevitably hold on to the hope that someday in the future we may ran into each other under a different scenario...and maybe then it'll work.

Illusions are what seem to be filling my mind lately. Avoiding the present by focusing on nothing as a whole but just useless details, pieces of everything. It's already November. Christmas is coming, parties, people, social gatherings, presents. Maybe that'll work.

Brand new...

Ok so there are times in life where everything seems to take a rapid turn and change directions. I know it happens. I've been there many times...but I still don't know how to cope with.

I guess Mr. Newton was so right about the inertia. Why do we try to resist so much to change? Why do our minds cling on so hard to the known routine? Is it the fear of the unknown?

In my case it might. Does that make me an unadventurous person? Scratch that. I think it makes me a control freak. I have to be in control of everything, know exactly my environment and the reactions that I'll get from it. The hard part is starting over. And of course, the tension that comes with it.

I know it. I know it happens. So all that's left for me is take deep breaths, try to focus on "baby steps and one day at a time" stuff. It'll eventually pass.

Now that I think of it, I've only known one person that I could trust so much to let go of my control...but that person's gone now, and I'm back in control and breathing and walking and all that stuff.

La fuerza centrífuga de los inodoros

Increíblemente hoy tuve uno de esos momentos de los que tanto alardeó Murphy de predecir...creo que debería ser más admirado que Nostradamus por la exactitud de sus predicciones. Mi celular se me cayó en el baño y pues naturalmente fue a parar al inodoro.

En ese justo momento, varias cosas pasaron fugazmente por mi cabeza. Además del hecho del celular flotando en el agua (limpia gracias a Dios), me puse a pensar sobre las cosas que nos suceden tan repentinamente y nos dejan medio tontos pensando qué fue lo que pasó?

Hay momentos en la vida que todo parece venirse encima como una avalancha y sepultarnos sobre una montaña de dudas, tristeza, incertidumbre, decepción, etc. Y pues nada, no queda nada más que hacerle ganas y nadar en el denso y copioso lodo para salir a respirar. Ese es el momento más complicado. Porque cómo vamos a nadar sin aire? De dónde salen las fuerzas para luchar contra la viscosidad resistente?

No sé como hay gente que sale adelante, pero sé que he oído historias. Y pues naturalmente el grado de viscosidad y la cantidad de lodo varían de acuerdo con el nadador...la dificultad está en los ojos del que lucha contra la montaña.

En todo caso, el lodo...el lodo apesta! Y peor aún, no tengo celular.

Shopping for makeup

This may come as a shock for many people, but I didn't start shopping for makeup until I was in my 20's! I never was much of a looks' girl, I actually was the nerdy skinny ugly girl at school.

But one day I decided to give it a try (shockingly inspired by my little teenage sister). And so, as everything I set my mind to, I had to research and learn in order to master it. I haven't gotten quite yet to the master part, but I'm still going for it.

At first I thought that I could buy any makekup and apply it and that was it. But with my research I came across this youtube channel called Makeup Geek, which totally opened my eyes to the REAL makeup art. So it was an art after all. It's like painting on a face shaped canvas. I had never seen it like that. And digging up on my oil painting classes drawer in my head, I decided to get inspired by it.

I learned that you can actually make yourself look so much prettier according to your outfit and the ocassion. It was not a banality after all, it was self improvement...personal marketing! (Ironic for me to discover this so far up the road).

Anyways, in my makeup shopping experience I learned to love MAC: great eyeshadows, endless colors, unbeatable bronzing powder and eye kohl, and a must for your 3 basic brushes (I'd buy them all but they're quite expensive). I also discovered Revlon True Blending Foundation, for make up that doesn't look like makeup and their great blemish concealer. Clinique tends to be the expert on eye care for me and their All About Eyes Cream and concealer it's a winner on my list. And finally Loreal's Double Extend mascara has come to be my favorite (I love long definded lashes instead of thick ones, and I have never been able to deal with the fake eyelashes).

Now I have become a makeup addict and I find myself compulsively shopping for new eyeshadows all the time and being fascinated by new products (quickly becoming a Sephora fan)...I think I am shoppaholic afterall!

Christmas Cookies

I just love Christmas. It's just that time of the year when I remember that happiness doesn't need a particular reason. And it is breathable in the air. The lights, the people's mood, everything changes and somehow the everyday goes by more pleasantly.

The relaxing mood always brings me to cooking and baking. For me it's a symbolic way to remind me of the wonderful time I spent on my holiday break from school helping my mother out in the kitchen. Now that I think of it, it was my first real personal project. When I was about 7 years old I decided I wanted to make cookies (which I love since then), but my mother wouldn't let me. Of course, I was too little and inexperienced. So I had to litterally work my way to the top. At first, my mom would only asign to me the "boring chores". Like doing the dishes (which to this very day I still stand against my mother and insist it's not a part of the cooking!). And sifting flour, cremating butter and so on. But I learned one of my most valuable life lessons: practice, dedication and effort will eventually get you where you want to go. So that's how I learned to bake, and to my self steem I turned out to be a pretty good pastry amateur chef (yeah I like to call myself that! :-)

Therefore, based on my love for baking and my love for Christmas, on this particular time of the year I fully enjoy the season. I just bought a Christmas cookie special magazine to inspire myself for decorating ideas for my giveaways this holidays. I love this form of present since it's made with love and can be totally personalized. It's not a very common thing in my country but I just love doing it and my friends and acquaintances enjoy them quite much.

I know it's still October, but I can already feel the cool winds comming my way. Let's spread the holiday spirit and take a break from all our bad feelings and attitudes and as The Bible says: Rejoice!

Getting started....

Well, I'm not much of a writer but I decided to give this a try. Why? First of all because I always talk so much that maybe I should start writing it down. And second of all as a therapy. A recent breakup suddenly leaves me with a lot of time on my hands. And I decided to start looking for different activites insted of thinking about my ex. Not my own idea really, actually stolen from Carrie Bradshaw.

Oh well, with that off my chest I will start writing about my take on things through the days. Topics will vary inmensely, as my mind wonders terribly thanks to my undiagnosed ADD. Plus since I was little my dad always said I tend to be very opinionated.

Topics that I love: Fashion, beauty, politics, environment, economics, marketing, advertising, and many more...trust me!

My point of view comes from a working girl in Latinamerica, as all of us, trying to break through.