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lunes, 26 de septiembre de 2011
the best memory of my childhood, being a little pig :D
When you are a child, the simplest thing in the world makes your eyes glimpse and it makes you really happy. The sound of words like bubble gum ice-cream covered with chocolate, the one I always dreamt with having, or a WHOLE package of rainbow color gummy bears, which sounded a lot at the time, could make me happy in matter of seconds. Every little thing excited me, especially food, and specially McDonald’s and candy. I remember being a little spoiled brat, who said she wanted something special to eat and suddenly I got it. When you are a kid nothing matters. To me, there wasn’t that thing of having to be skinny, or fitting into the smallest clothes. When I was a kid the only thing that mattered was being a little chubby girl who could eat a lot. When I was a kid, I was big. Maybe I wasn’t the fattest or the tallest, but I wasn’t the skinniest either. I remember having these really really huge cheeks, which we’re always smiling, to me those cheeks were the characteristic that identified me the most.
Since I can remember McDonald’s has been my favorite food among them all. I blame my parents because even my first birthday was celebrated there. When I was sick, miraculously my hamburger healed it all. When I was crying so hard, right after fighting with my older sister, my parents used to buy me a happy meal to make me happy. And even when I got good grades, guess what my prize was? Yep, it was McDonald’s.
I have so many great memories shared with a hamburger in hand; it has become so psychological that it still has the same effects on me, like when I was a little kid. But, definitely the greatest thing and what I remember the most when people say McDonald’s is when I used to go to work with my dad.
We used to go to Escuintla to our business every day, I guess I was so small I didn’t go to school yet, and still I remember it like it was an hour ago. Right before going out of the little town and into the highway (trip of five minutes long) there is, still today, a McDonald’s. I remember so clearly how I was so tired of getting up early, and “working” (really being by the side of my dad all day). The weather is always hot, and most of the times at the end of the day I wasn’t on the best mood. At least, that was the first few times I went, and before I discovered that my dad will invite me for fries and hamburgers every day. We used to go through the auto-mac, and I always and I really mean always, got a happy meal. I got excited about the toys; yeah I used to collect them all. But what I loved the most was their food. I remember how I ate my happy meal; with a big smile on my face, I opened the hamburger and took out the pickles, which I still don’t like at all. I opened my ketchup and hold it with my right hand, at the same time I was eating my hamburger, I was a real expert with handling my food in the car. I can close my eyes and see myself as a little kid, with ketchup all on my face. And so I ate, and I ate real fast. So fast that by the time we got to the highway, all of my food was gone; it is really funny because I used to get so excited with my happy meal that I eat it completely in less than five minutes. My parents enjoy telling my embarrassing story of me being a little pig. Now, to me it isn’t so embarrassing after all, because little details like those where the ones that made my childhood really fun and well remembered. I will always remember when life was so easy that my problems were solved with a happy meal. That’s why I still love today my McDonald’s, it has always bring a smile to my face and it will always do.
lunes, 19 de septiembre de 2011
MY and only MY weather
Some might say their favorite weather is when the sun is up and it is really hot, summer the time for beach parties and short shorts. Others say when the flowers bloom and the birds sing, spring. Or maybe autumn is their favorite, when everything is red, yellow, orange and brown. Winter is also chosen, because some love to sleep under many blankets and with the sound in your window of rain and wind. To me, my favorite weather is different from all, and not everyone has experience it. I do not know exactly how I can recall so clearly the day I felt it. It was about three years ago, and I can still feel the breeze of the air in my face. It has been the best weather I have ever been in. When I close my eyes, I can recall it perfectly. It was in the morning, a cloudless day. The first and last time I have ever felt my favorite weather. A sunny, but cold day, strong winds coming through your hair; a Californian day at San Francisco, a morning on a tour boat down the Golden Gate Bridge. Like I have said before, three years ago, and I feel like it happened this morning. It started like a fun day on a family vacation, a trip to Pier 39, some shopping, snacking and a decision to go on a boat trip that would change my life. It sounds silly that a single weather I have only felt once changed my life, but for some reason it has stayed with me like a photograph that never gets old. Maybe I only experienced this weather while I was on the boat, and the greatness of the underneath of the Golden Gate Bridge made it better. You could smell the salty ocean of the bay; you could hear the sound of seagulls, sea lions, the boat splashing water, and the annoying tour guy that didn’t say anything funny. There was this big and bright yellow sun in the sky, but you could not feel its warmth; you could barely open your eyes, but it wasn’t hot, it was really cold. I remember how we went out with large wool coats and scarves around our necks. It had a January perfect weather. What mostly make me remember about that day were its crazy winds. My hair was blown like crazy; luckily I ironed it that day, it blown from right to left, back and forth, over and over again. At first I tried to fix it, but at the end I had given up, it was impossible. It was really funny to see how everyone struggled with their hair and with their hats that were blown away. That day by itself would’ve been great, but with that weather it made it perfect. I am that kind of person that can not decide between winter or summer, I am the kind of person who always chooses in between. I love the sun and its warmth, summer clothing, going to the beach, wearing shorts and flip flops, but I do not love being hot. I love a snowy day and how everything gets white, I love winter in Christmas, I love jackets, boots and sweaters, but I do not love having my nose cold. That day I had the choice of having the perfect combination between summer and winter, hot and cold. That day I found my in between, the balance and my perfect weather. I can not remember another day that had that special and incredible weather. I do not choose summer, winter, autumn or spring. I choose something in between. Because to me, the perfect weather was the one I felt on that January morning in the San Francisco Bay. It is only MY and only MY weather.
lunes, 12 de septiembre de 2011
My perfect guy, the modern version of a fairytale book.
Once upon a time prince charming was the most important person in a girl’s life. Girls used to think that if you where in love with prince charming everything became lighter, the sun was going to be always up and there was nothing that can bring them apart. Now, most girls do not believe in a special boy. For them the perfect guy does not exist anymore. What they do not know that when this person is the one, he is so special that your whole world evolves around him, and he might not be as perfect like prince charming, he does not ride a big white house or lives in a castle, but I can feel like he was taken out of a happily ever after book.. I believe that I have found my perfect guy, and he is real. I could not be in love with anyone else, because he is the only man in this world that has everything I ever asked for. His name is Francisco Javier Villacorta Galindo, and I know it is really cliché to think that he is the perfect guy, but to me, he really is. I see him the second I close my eyes. My attention is quickly drawn to his eyes. His unique and huge eyebrows like bushes in a beautiful garden, his brown happy eyes and his big and curly eyelashes. Those eyes I hope to see when I am old, the one thing I know it won’t ever change. I can feel him close, even when he is far away, I know he is always there. His scent, for me is something I can never miss, he has this special fragrance that I will still recognize when old. With lotion or not, I know when he is behind me, because of the smell of his skin. His long and perfectly shaped nose and his crooked smile, completes the face that I most admire. His skin color that is almost dark and his soft curls down his forehead. His little hands that were perfectly made to hold mine. I can’t leave out his sweet voice, that even when he is serious you can feel he has a great heart. But, I specially love his voice when he is happy. He changes the tone and his happiness is contagious. When he smiles, oh boy! I love when he smiles, because he does not do it as often, but when he does he always ends with tears in his eyes. The only thing that is exactly like prince charming (the one from “Shrek” movie) is that he thinks he is really cute. In the two years we have spent together we have shared so many moments, that I could not choose a memory that describes him the best or the thing I love about him the most. But I can assure you that what I love the most is not in his face, but in his heart. I chose my boyfriend as my special person, not only because I really do love him, but because he is the greatest person I have known. He is smart and sensible, he knows when to smile and when to talk, he has the biggest heart and even though he is the greatest boyfriend, he is also my greatest friend. To me, he is today’s prince charming. The modern version of a happily ever after that does not end that way, because if you find a special person like mine, your story would not ever have an end. My modern prince charming is not only looking for a forever, but for a forever and ever. Because my prince charming is the special person in my life, my perfect guy, do you have yours?
lunes, 5 de septiembre de 2011
New blog, new experience??
I've never done this, I am hoping it will bring something to my life, besides my literature project... I'm excited :)
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