I can’t believe it’s already the second day of December.  This year has been a whirlwind for me—I guess it really is true that the older you get, the faster the years fly by, but really now, I’m not that old.  And while I don’t understand where 2009 has gone to, I have to admit, I’m excited for 2010.  Not least because of all the amazing YA novels set to come out next year!  Here’s a look at just a couple of the ones I’m simply dying to get to:

All Unquiet Things by Anna Jarzab. – January 12th 2010 by Delacorte BFYR

Not fantasy, but man does it look good.

Carly: She was sweet. Smart. Self-destructive. She knew the secrets of Brighton Day School’s most privileged students. Secrets that got her killed.

Neily: Dumped by Carly for a notorious bad boy, Neily didn’t answer the phone call she made before she died. If he had, maybe he could have helped her. Now he can’t get the image of her lifeless body out of his mind.

Audrey: She’s the reason Carly got tangled up with Brighton’s fast crowd in the first place, and now she regrets it—especially since she’s convinced the police have put the wrong person in jail. Audrey thinks the murderer is someone at Brighton, and she wants Neily to help her find out who it is.

As reluctant allies Neily and Audrey dig into their shared past with Carly, her involvement with Brighton’s dark goings-on comes to light. But figuring out how Carly and her killer fit into the twisted drama will force Audrey and Neily to face hard truths about themselves and the girl they couldn’t save.

Linger by Maggie Stiefvater – July 20th 2010 by Scholastic Press

I’m only halfway through Shiver, but I’m totally excited there’s a sequel!

In Maggie Stiefvater’s Shiver, Grace and Sam found each other.  Now, in Linger, they must fight to be together. For Grace, this means defying her parents and keeping a very dangerous secret about her own well-being. For Sam, this means grappling with his werewolf past . . . and figuring out a way to survive into the future. Add into the mix a new wolf named Cole, whose own past has the potential to destroy the whole pack.  And Isabelle, who already lost her brother to the wolves . . . and is nonetheless drawn to Cole.

At turns harrowing and euphoric, Linger is a spellbinding love story that explores both sides of love — the light and the dark, the warm and the cold — in a way you will never forget.

Sleepless by Cyn Balog – July 13th 2010 by Delacorte Press

I loved Cyn Balog’s debut novel, Fairy Tale.  Can’t wait to read this!

Eron De Marchelle isn’t supposed to feel a connection. He is a Sandman, a supernatural being whose purpose is to seduce human charges to sleep. While he can communicate with his charges in their dreams, he isn’t encouraged to–after all, getting too involved in one human’s life would prevent him helping his other charges get their needed rest.

But he can’t deny that he feels something for Julia. Julia, with her fiery red hair and her sad dreams. Just weeks ago, her boyfriend died in a car accident, and Eron can tell that she feels more alone than ever. Eron was human once too, many years ago, and he remembers how it felt to lose the one he loved. Eron has always felt protective of Julia . . . but now, when she seems to need him more than ever, he can’t seem to reach her . . .

Sandmen are forbidden from communicating with humans outside their dreams. But will Eron be willing to risk everything for a chance to be with the person he loves?

Spells by Aprilynne Pike – May 4th 2010 by Harper Teen

I confess, I haven’t read Wings just yet, but I can’t wait to get to it, and I’m excited to hear about the sequel!

Six months have passed since Laurel saved the gateway to the faerie realm of Avalon. Now she must spend her summer there, honing her skills as a Fall faerie. But her human family and friends are still in mortal danger–and the gateway to Avalon is more compromised than ever.

When it comes time to protect those she loves, will she depend on David, her human boyfriend, for help? Or will she turn to Tamani, the electrifying faerie with whom her connection is undeniable?

Honestly, those are only a few of the books I’m looking forward to!  As far as YA fiction goes, 2010 looks bright indeed!  (All descriptions from goodreads.com)

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A somewhat experimental video I made for my ambient project, Murmur.  This is dedicated to someone, a place and a time that I miss very, very much…

I don’t know if it’s just me, or is this the funniest youtube video ever? I like The Cranberries and I was checking out some footage from their new tour on youtube when I stumbled upon this golden nugget. I laughed so hard that I had to take a few hits from my asthma inhaler. The funny stuff is right in the beginning…

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As I watch the hail fall outside our storefront window,

My mind is somewhere outside in the distance somehow.

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O the places I would go,

And the cool things I would do!

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Some dreams birth and burst and linger,

Others plague the heart forever.

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(And I pray that a few would fit inside your master plan,

As I know all things You uphold in the palm of your hand)

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As I watch the rain fall outside our storefront window,

Your mind is focused on me on the wet earth below.

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#177 – The Cranberries – “Linger” – (1993)

With the cool string section in the background to compliment Dolores O’Riordan’s unique voice, “Linger” from Everybody Else is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?, has “lingered” on the airwaves for almost two decades. Two puns in a row… great. If you dig her voice, be sure to check out the more rock-y (but insanely bad-ass) “Zombie” from 1995’s No Need to Argue.

The Cranberries launched their comeback tour last night!

PREVIEW: READ SPIN’s article on The Cranberries’ first show of their comeback tour in Baltimore, MD

For six years, The Cranberries had remained a legend frozen in time that we all could listen to in memory and cherish as great Irish alternative rock. They were the band we made out to, the music we’d come to love in really bad chick flicks and the sound we miss most about the 1990s. And in a blink, they’re back from memory and now in reality. The Cranberries are back! They kicked off their U.S. comeback tour last night, and it’s about time.

The Cranberries are great not only because they have so many hits, like “Dreams,” “Zombie” and “Linger,” but because they were the face of a decade and a genre. It’s not like catching the Rolling Stones or Paul McCartney — The Cranberries weren’t  that iconic — but they’re one of those bands you can’t forget because their pop songs are so deeply entwined in our culture.

It’s kinda sad how old the 1990s feel — it’s like they’ve replaced the 1980s to us, and The Cranberries were like the Blondie of the 1990s. I feel so old now, as I type this. That said, I still don’t plan on catching them live, but I’m happy they’re still playing.

– Jett Wells, Assistant Multimedia Editor

Bem baranguinho, mas eu adoro esta parte do filme e adoro esta música. Confesso que chorei a primeira vez que vi.

I consider myself a mostly happy person.  I have my rough days, sure — but, most of the time, I am able to see the silver linings in each day.  I have more good days than bad, and I consider myself lucky even on those bad days.  This was not true for me a few years ago.  I remember, once, a couple years ago, my ex told me he thought I was a happy person.  And I remember responding with a bit of disbelief over his belief in a happy me.  But I realized a little later that it was true, and I remember tearing up over it.

There’s a difference between happy and being joyful.  Happiness is like a state of elevated indifference.  It is low-grade.  It’s hard to recognize sometimes and is easily drowned out by the noise of living.  Unhappiness is the same way.  You can live in such states for a long time and not realize you are there.  I am especially prone to such things.  Not because I am oblivious, though I am sometimes.  It has much to do with how I was raised and who my parents were…who I was taught to be.  It is quite easy for me to switch off my emotions…to think my way through life.  I lived with the switch turned to off for most of my life.  Every so often, someone’d turn on the lights and I’d sob for no reason.  It took me a long time to feel anything at all in an appropriate manner.  It wasn’t that I was insensitive.  It’s just that I stuffed things down only to feel them months after the fact.  Then, I’d have no idea what I was feeling or why.

It seems strange to talk about feeling like this.  Feelings are human things…things that flesh us out.  But I grew up in a world where it wasn’t okay to show your humanity.  I learned how to be stoic and pretend I didn’t need anyone.  Because people would let you down.  People would leave you.  They couldn’t be trusted.  I learned to protect myself and how to get through unspeakably shitty things with a smile on my face…to be the good girl that everyone liked but no one really knew.  I was incredibly lonely, but I made it look like it’s what I wanted.

When my friend killed himself, I decided I wanted to feel.  I was sick of being lonely, and I was terrified I’d end up like he did.  I had thoughts from time to time, but mostly I was always too chicken.  And then, there was Mama.  So, I chose to live.  I became singularly focused on being authentic…on asking myself tough questions and being honest.  On feeling.  The year before Mama died was the best year of my life.  I was learning who I was.  I was feeling for the first time in a consistent manner.  And I fell in love.  I traveled.  I did things for me.  Then, the year of the cyclone happened, and I found myself reeling from the break-up.  I was so angry because I had done all the things I thought you were supposed to do, and I had failed.  Admitting I had failed was the hardest part because I had given everything away.  So, I decided to reclaim my life…to jump off the Royal Gorge.  And then, my entire life fell off some cliff when Mama got sick.  And I found myself having to cope…having to stuff things down again…and I was so pissed.  And she died anyway.

When my Mama died, I became an emotional person.  I found myself acting like she had.  I became blunt and openly impatient about things.  I’d cry in public.  I had little self-control.  I did things that were decidedly unlike me.  When I lost my Mama, I lost myself.  Everything I thought I was was reframed and redefined.  I’d surprise myself with their bits and pieces in me.  It has almost been five years, and I’m still surprised.  But I am now more surprised to find the things that are me that have nothing to do with them.  That never existed when they were alive.

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When I was younger, I was known as the even keel.  Nothing ever fazed me.  I was the one you could depend on in any situation.  If I gave you my word, it meant something.  I never let people down.  I never panicked about life.  I just did things.  I made huge goals, and despite what everyone said, I’d do them.  No second-guessing.  I was able to do this because of Mama’s unshakable belief in me…in her “girl” — the daughter she raised. 

There are many things about the life I live now — the one that exists in her absence — that are difficult for me.  I hate starting new things sometimes because it means I’ll have to produce names and phone numbers and addresses for loved ones I no longer have.  I remember once having to appoint a beneficiary for a life insurance policy at work and being at a loss for several minutes.  I eventually put down the name of my ex, who I hadn’t spoken to in months, because there wasn’t anyone else I could readily appoint.  I can go weeks without touching even a single person.  But the hardest part, I suppose, is that some of the things that used to define me can’t be part of my life anymore.

Like Christmas.  I used to love Christmas.  It was one of the few moments in my life when I was automatically joyful.  It didn’t matter that my father had died two weeks prior.  People had changed that tragedy for me into a comforting memory.  And I just remember being full of love during those days.  And, to this day, I think people are inherently good because of the people who loved me so much that year.

I joke sometimes that me and Christmas are on the outs.  My Mama died on Christmas Eve.  How do I reconcile that?  I have tried and tried and tried, but it still sticks in my throat.  I still feel panicky when I go into stores around the holidays.  All that memorabilia.  All those memories.  Lately, I’ve found it difficult to watch television because Christmas music trickles in from time to time.  It seems harmless enough, but the songs are like grenades for me.  A perfectly great day will be shattered by one chorus of Jingle Bells.

And I hate that this is the way it is.  Because I love Jingle Bells.

The other thing that has happened since her death is that who I am as an achiever is much different.  I used to be the focused girl who didn’t think too much about things and just did them.  Now, I am the overanalyzer.  I had to be that person when Mama was sick, or things wouldn’t get done.  Now, I am the person that needs to know *everything* before I do anything.  I am so prepared, it’s ridiculous.  I get trapped in my head, and when that happens, it’s difficult for me to feel.  The switch turns off, and I end up convincing myself of things rather than letting myself believe in things.  It’s difficult to realize those things if you don’t believe in them.

I’ve been beating myself up for a long, long time.  The more recent versions of this probably are alive and kicking due to my own endless guilt over my Mama’s death.  I don’t know how to completely let it go, though I *know* that I am not to blame. 

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A couple weeks ago, despite more intensely annoying situations, I found myself in a state of joy.  While I am often happy, I am hardly ever joyful.  Joy to me is transformative.  It makes the hard things easier to bear.  It’s inspirational.  It makes you more you.  It that thing that happens when you are the most you you’ve ever been.  It renews itself, and it lets you feel free. 

The first time I ever really felt it as an adult was the morning after my Mama’s death.  I felt intensely free…like some weight had been lifted.  It made no sense.  But, for the first time in my life, I was only responsible for myself.  Later, I found difficulty in dealing with that reality, but — for a little while — I was empowered to live.

I’ve felt it a couple of times this year.  It happened earlier this year around the time when I started feeling like dipping my toes in the love pool.  This time around it seems to be coming from my volunteer work…in doing something close to what I want to do.  I’ve felt so frustrated and so stuck for such a long time.  I could finally see it.  I could finally be around people who were doing things I want to do.  It was inspiring.  I suddenly found the burdens in my life easy to deal with.  And, after two years of struggling with the things I loved to do, I found my creative well overflowing.  I finally had motivation where I hadn’t had any whatsoever. 

I’ve always had these things; I just couldn’t see them or feel them.  Someone had to flip the switch.

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I’ve always been a loner.  I like to be by myself a lot of the time.  I hate big groups.  I get exhausted by them.  I spent years putting on an extrovert suit, and I felt like someone was crushing my soul.  The reality of this year has given me much time and space to indulge that introvert inside.  But the odd thing about it is that things that once filled my cup now make the cup shatter.  I find myself in moods and depressed.  I find myself overreacting to things that are indeed difficult, but not impossible.  It brings out all of the neuroses, and there are days when I wonder about my sanity.

I noticed that, when I got out into the world, I felt better…not just better…like alive again.  I wanted to keep feeling that way, so I started volunteering.

Yesterday, I had a dream about TFA.  Sometimes, I feeling like I have post-traumatic TFA stress disorder.  I hadn’t realized how much TFA was on my mind, but I suppose it has been.  I’ve found myself in the world, bumping into little kids and missing teaching.  I asked myself if it was teaching I missed or the kids that I missed.  The thing is — I don’t miss the bureaucracy of teaching.  I don’t miss being used by people.  I miss making an impact.  I miss that version of myself that feels joyful and empowered. 

In the dream, I was in one of those endless Institute sessions, and I broke off with a partner and started yelling at her about TFA…about all the ways it’s wrong for me.  I didn’t realize I was still so angry, but I suppose I am.  Even though I have closed the door inside me, there’s a part of me that has kept it open.  But my real deadline is looming still.  I think part of me wants to move to Seattle because it won’t give me a TFA option.  NY and San Francisco would. 

I talked to a friend of mine about it last night.  I’ve realized that counseling is the thing that excited me.  But, more than that, when I am in that environment…when I’m doing it…I feel joy.  Lasting, sustainable joy.  I feel empowered and more myself.  And all the things I’ve ever wanted for myself are right there.  It’s not something that takes from me.  I don’t feel leashed.  I just feel like I am myself, even though I am giving some of myself away. 

Teaching never felt like that.  I loved teaching.  I was good at it.  But I felt like I couldn’t do the things I wanted to do in my life.  It was just this feeling of being burdened and trapped.  It reminded me of taking care of my dying mother.  I remember wanting to run away every single day of my Mama’s illness.  I remember being consumed with rage at being left to do this all alone, and stuffing everything down so who I was…what I felt…wouldn’t hurt her.  I remember discovering that I am a nurturing person, and I remember that making me wonder about motherhood.  I remember thinking that I could have a child and wouldn’t mind taking care of a kid because it was a different form of taking care of someone.  It was the difference between inhaling death and breathing life. 

But, still, teaching tugs on me.  Leaving teaching was the hardest thing I’ve ever done…even harder than caring for Mama.

It was the last thing my Mama endorsed.  It was so many days of my life.  I had convinced myself.  It made sense.  I made my lists.  But it felt so wrong.  Every day, I was dying and I couldn’t renew myself.  How could I give everything to these kids when I had nothing for myself?  I know I made the right choice.  I know that, now, I’m making the right choice.  But I also know that I am the teacher they need.  That, unlike so many of my colleagues, I am uniquely capable of transforming those lives.  And I know, by leaving them behind, I am abandoning them…some part of me.  They will not have the lives they deserve because they won’t have me and I won’t save them.

This breaks my heart.  Breaking my word to them.  Not finishing something I started.  It’s admitting that I was wrong…that I failed.  I spent too much time convincing and not enough time feeling.

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Being a counselor is going to take some time, but I am hopeful that I’m on the right path.  Being a counselor means I will teach in a way that means something to me.  I will make my own rules about what my practice looks like.  I will help people in the ways I can, using my own ideas.  I will honor my parents and myself.  And I am certain that, if I can feel the kind of joy I’ve felt recently, I can change this world.  I can’t even fathom what I’ll be capable of if I have this energy all the time.  I feel inspired and brave.  I am learning that I can harness these things for myself before I have that pesky degree, and I am grabbing onto joy when I find it.

I’ve noticed more and more lately how similar my professional struggles are to my relationship struggles.  I have been bogged down in situations that don’t inspire me, with people who were kinda close to what I wanted…but light years away from what I needed.  I got distracted.

I showed a friend of mine some pictures of exes yesterday, and it was interesting to see the reaction.  At first, I wanted to defend the exes when he called them goofy-looking, but then I laughed and realized they were pretty goofy.  I realized that while I was happy with all of them in the beginning, I was never joyful with them.  I had clicked off.  I was thinking and convincing, but not feeling.  That’s why, now, when I am feeling…I am perplexed as to what I liked about them in the first place.  My loneliness and restless heart made a choice to settle for what was available.

Since my last major ex, the men I like have been described as “frat boys.”  They are conservative-looking and clean-cut with masculine features.  They tend to have “real” jobs and aren’t “just” writers/artists/etc.  I still like quirky guys.  I still crush hard on writers and musicians and artists.  But I don’t find myself enamored with people who define themselves that way.  I want people who are people first.  My problem lately has been in bumping into people who are some shade of unavailable…living far away, about to move far away, emotional cowards, caught up with other women and not honest about it, work-a-holics who will never put anyone above their own ambition, sex addicted perverts who can’t find love because they’re too caught up in lust, fathers who aren’t so forthcoming about their fatherhood, or just plain scared.

I’ve been twenty shades of frustrated all the while being unavailable myself.  There’s a reason I attract these people to me. 

I love love.  If I want you to love me, you probably will.  If I set my sights on you, I’ll probably win the war.  I’m like that.  I know I have things to offer.  I get so lonely, and I miss so many things about being in a relationship.  Sometimes, it makes me cry.  I want to feel connected, and yet, every connection I’ve ever had has fallen so short of what I truly need.  And this is why I’m alone now.  But the thing is — I need to be alone now.  I get sad and lament my singlehood.  I make jokes about ridiculous boys I meet.  I entertain small infatuations, and I flirt because I’m too lonely not to.  Because I’d rather smile when a smile is possible.

But the truth is…like my professional detours…I need to live my life.  I need to be on my own and fall on my face and mend my own wounds.  I need to learn the simple things before I tackle to difficult things.  I watched a Mike Rowe speech from TED recently that talked about people with dirty jobs…how they filled the infrastructure of society…how they were dwindling in numbers because everyone’s trying to do the fancy things…how they are more happy than the rest of us.

You have to learn how to feel first.  You have to learn how to smile and mean it.  You have to learn to hold onto someone and not want to run.  Simple, stupid.

I still have training wheels, but eventually, I’ll jump the curb.  I will just live my life with intention until then, learn to feel joy when I bump into it, and stop thinking so much.

The Cranberries

Dopo 7 anni di separazione i membri del gruppo irlandese hanno deciso di ritrovarsi per una tournée che li vedra’ esibirsi negli USA e in Europa (Francia inclusa).
Brani come “Linger” o “Ridicoulous Thoughts”, eseguiti dall’inconfondibile e stupenda voce di Dolores O’Riordan, fanno ormai parte del patrimonio musicale collettivo.

E’ nel 1994 che il gruppo esplode e ottiene un successo mondiale grazie al singolo “Zombie” estratto dall’album “No need to argue”. Potenti chitarre , ritmo incalzante e una voce penetrante, “Zombie”, canzone dal testo impegnato, denuncia le nefandezze della Guerra nell’Irlanda del Nord e diventa rapidamente un vero e proprio inno.
Nel corso del loro successo i Cranberries hanno alternato dolci ballate ( « Ode to My Family », « Linger »…) a pezzi pop rock (« Salvation », « I Can’t Be With You » ). Nel settembre 2003 il gruppo annuncia, con grande dispiacere dei fans, lo scioglimento.

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 75019 Paris

22 Marzo 2010

 Asian stock markets were mostly lower Tuesday despite improvement in U.S. manufacturing as doubts lingered about the durability of a rebound in the world’s largest economy.

The region’s markets, which tumbled the day before on a fall in U.S. consumer spending, got little relief from news that American manufacturing grew at its fastest pace last month since April 2006.

Investors were nervous that a report on U.S. unemployment due Friday will confirm that job losses continue to swell, suggesting an anemic economic recovery and a long period of subdued demand for Asia’s cars, electronics and other mainstay exports. U.S. unemployment hit a 26-year high of 9.8 percent in September.

Traders work on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange, November 2, 2009.

Tuesday’s interest rate hike in Australia failed to inspire the same jubilation among investors as last month’s. The October rate increase, the first in a major economy since the onset of the crisis, was greeted as evidence of an improving world economy.

“There seems to be lots of uncertainty in the markets,” said Peter Lai, investment manager at DBS Vickers in Hong Kong. “I’m very cautious about the U.S. economic figures. It will be very damaging to sentiment if the U.S. unemployment rate crosses 10 percent.”

Hong Kong’s Hang Seng led Asia’s losses, falling 154.28, or 0.7 percent, to 21,465.91 while South Korea’s Kospi was down 0.4 percent at 1,552.74. Japan’s market was closed for a holiday.

Elsewhere, Australia’s S&P/ASX 200 was down 0.2 percent and Taiwan’s market lost 0.2 percent. China’s Shanghai index bucked the trend, gaining 0.9 percent to 3,105.11.

On Monday, the Dow rose 76.71, or 0.8 percent, to 9,789.44, its fourth gain in 10 days — boosted by the Institute of Supply Management’s report on manufacturing and other economic figures. The broader Standard & Poor’s 500 index rose 6.69, or 0.7 percent, to 1,042.88, and the Nasdaq composite index rose 4.09, or 0.2 percent, to 2,049.20.

Stock futures pointed to modest gains Tuesday on Wall Street. Dow futures were up 15, or 0.2 percent, at 9,750 and S&P Futures rose 1.4, or 0.1 percent, to 1,040.50.

Oil prices hovered near $78 a barrel in Asia amid hopes of improved crude demand. Benchmark crude for December delivery was off 7 cents at $78.06 a barrel. The contract rose $1.13 to settle at $78.13 on Monday.

In currencies, the dollar fell to 90.20 yen from 90.29 yen. The euro rose to $1.4801 from $1.4764.

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Buenasssss

Aqui me encuentro en estas calidas horas de la noche, como siempre acompañada de una muy excelente buena musica lo que como siempre me pone demasiado alegre… una simple cancion que me llegue al corazón, lo es todo para mi Como esta que inicialmente les comparto y es “Just My Imagination” de la excelente banda britanica “The Cranberries” – una de mis favoritas xD! -

Si YouTube permitiera que vieran el video directo aqui en mi blog, seria mas divertido :p , pero bueno el caso del video, es que me encantan los efectos de color que tienen como tipo Andy Warhol no sé – el algunas partes del video, claro esta – mmmm… not my, not my, imagination(8) .

Ok, realmente tuve un fin de semana chevere, aunque contrario al nombre de mi blog – Un dia con Lluviaaa!! – me gusto mucho, porque ver llover  y escuchar musiquita es fascinante y extremadamente relajante, pero bueno el caso es que… todo comenzo el viernes, unos amigos estuvieron en la casa de Juan jugando pokerrrrr! y subi un ratico a saludarlos, pero casi todo el tiempo me quede hablando con mi amiga Brenda – si señora, si ve que no me olvido de usted! ¬¬ – tuve que regresar a mi casa pronto porque al otro dia tenia que asistir al diplomado, entonces fui a dormir tempranito.

El sabado despues de estar todo el dia en ya saben que! me fui a ver SAW VI en la nocheeeeeeee! y uff!!! muy bacana la pelicula, como siempre queda como en el CONTINUARÁ, pero uff valio la pena. Es de ese tipo de peliculas que son medio asquerosas y como miedosas, pero de lo buenas que son uno no quiere cerrar los ojos y se sigue martirizando viendo cochinadas!!!!!! xDD asi de regia es la pelicula, asi que se las recomiento totalmente xDD.

Bueno como era el dia de los brujitos, mucha gente disfrazada, vi cosas muy locas realmente, muy cheveres pero lastimosamente no asisti a ninguna fiesta -.-’, pero bueno vi muchas foticos de mis amigos disfrazados, por ejemplo Leoncio y un par de amigos se disfrazaron de la naranja mecanica – A Clockwork Orange – muy creativo realmente.. y otro par por ahi que tambien me parecieron muy chistosos… Claroooo que! definitivamente nada como los disfraces de mis amigos en la fiesta del EJ el domingo!
xDD, habian unos curas muy simpaticos, un superman muy chistoso, muchas conejitas y minnies, un ingeniero civil, policias, azafatas, convictos, hippies y rastas, abejitas, muñequitas, loquitos de los 80’s, el chavo, piraticas, princesitas de disney, jitanas, payacitos, niños con culebritas exoticas xDD, dos caperucitas rojas, una damita antigua, angelitos, paisas… espantapajaros, edward manos de tijera…. y hasta inclusive LICOROLOGOS y el tipo del TAPABOCAS!! xDD – si olvide a alguno me disculpan pero estoy haciendo mi mayor esfuerzo por recordar todo! – estuvo muy bacana la fiesta yo fui a saludarlos a todos junto con Brendita y Guacamole, mas conocido como Gokuuuuuu y pues  asi no mas hubiese estado una horita, fue muy chevere verlos a todos tan felices, los quiero a todos muchisimo!

Y bueno finalmente, hoy estuvo todo calmadito, estuve en mi casa charlando con mi mamá y jugando WOW en el pc un ratico  y yap!! bueno realmente no fue algo extraordinario, pero lo mas importante de todo fue que estuve muy contenta asi fuera sin hacer nada …

Eso es todo por hoy, los dejo con otra cancioncita que estoy realmente contenta hoy, espero que les guste tanto como a mi y es “Linger” de los “Cranberries” … un grann pero gran clasico …. England I Love Youuuuuu

I should be writing, but had to share this with y’all.  Not because I’m conceited (der…no)…but because it always makes me laugh when shit like this happens.

So, I just got home from volunteering a few minutes ago, and I decided to order a sandwich since I’m starving…alone for a few hours…and in the midst of final Hell.  My sandwich just arrived, and the delivery guy was as smiles as he walked up to my door.  I was wearing my Wonder Woman costume.  He seemed familiar.  It took me a second, but I realized he had delivered to me before when I lived up the street, and used to look me up and down every damn time.

Me:   Hey.  How’s it going?  Gorgeous day out, isn’t it?
Him:   It’s going well, and yes, amazing day.
Me:  Sorry about the costume.
Him: Yea, well, you’re sexy as Hell so it’s okay.
Me (blushing):  Aw, shucks.
Him:  Hey–didn’t you live up the street before?
Me: Yea.  I did.  Half a block.  Long story.
Him: You’re moving on up…
Me: To the south side.
Him: Didn’t you used to have a boyfriend?  (He says his name).
Me:  Yep. 
Him:  Still?
Me:  Oh, heck no. 
Him: Yea.  He was a tool. 
Me: Uh huh.
Him (looking me up and down): Well, you should stop by the shop later.  I might have a treat for you.
Me:  I have finals.  Maybe next Halloween.
Him:  School?  You’re that young?
Me:  Grad school.  Fun times, yo.
Him:  Beautiful AND smart.  
Me:  Seeya.
Him:  Bye.

And he walked backwards to the stairs.

Hahahaah!

So passend …

If you, if you could return
Don’t let it burn, don’t let it fade
I’m sure I’m not being rude
But it’s just your attitude
It’s tearing me apart
It’s ruining everything
And I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey so did you
So why were you holding her hand
Is that the way we stand
Were you lying all the time
Was it just a game to you?

But I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong
I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn’t be so confused
And I wouldn’t feel so used
But you always really knew
I just wanna be with you

And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to. do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger

You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger?

This one always reminds me of a dear friend.

M, this is for you

Such a beautiful song. Even the most masculine of men would do well to fight off a tear for this one.

The Cranberries – Linger

We recently ran into a problem getting Lingalyzer, the analysis program from Doug Rohde’s Linger to work on MacOS X. The problem at least occurs on 10.5 and up, but could well occur on lower versions as well. Lingalyzer depends on a statistics suite called |stat, which is where the actual problem lies.

When you run the lingalyzer script, it dies with the error "warning: this program uses gets(), which is unsafe." We were initially confused, because Lingalyzer is written in Tcl, which has a gets() function, and lingalyzer uses it quite a bit. But the problem was actually the |stat programs that it was calling, which use the C gets() functions. The gets() function is well known for being a buffer overflow risk. GCC warns you sternly not to use it, but MacOS X goes so far as to trap calls to it and refuse to execute the offending program.

It turns out that there is a relatively easy solution, namely replacing all calls to gets() with calls to fgets(). Wherever in the source code you see:
while (gets (line))
replace it with:
while (fgets (line, sizeof(line), stdin))

I have a patch that can be applied to the |stat source code that replaces all of them, as well as adding the CFLAGS to the makefile to build a Universal Binary. However, the license for |stat appears to prohibit redistributing modified versions of the code, and a patch might run afoul of that. If you ask nicely I can email it to you though. The license also prohibits even local modifications for any purpose other than making it run on your system, so if MacOS didn’t terminate programs with gets() with extreme prejudice, then even the changes I made would be in violation. Weird.

The UP Sigma Alpha Nu Sorority (Diliman)

invites everyone to

LINGER: A THRILLING TEASE

Oct. 9, 2009 (Friday) @ Ascend

also brought to you by:

Technoshock

Red Mobile

in cooperation with:

Cossack Vodka

Part of the proceeds will go to the sorority’s relief operations for  Ondoy victims.