Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Morgan the puppy.

My puppy arrived three weeks ago from today, so he is 9 weeks old by the time I'm writing this.
My brothers and I always wanted a dog, and we had like two but one was stolen the first week we got it, and the other one was given to my brother with some sickness that he just lasted a day...
Now that one of my brothers is not longer living with us and the other one travels a lot because of his job, life decided to give us a puppy.
My dad's assistant offer him a puppy from his dog and he knew how much we wanted it, so he say yes.
A few years back, my mom was super picky and she was always cleaning, she was a psycho, but she has changed because really, I never in my life would imagined my neat, tidy mom to hug a dog and give kisses to it.
So yeah, he finally arrived and we (well, actually me) decided to call him Morgan, like Morgan Freeman, because that man is great and his voice too.

The first 3 days were pretty difficult, her cheeks were always wet and he wasn't playing at all when Pitbull puppies are known for biting everything.
It was hard for me too, I never had to take care of other living being, especially a baby, I had such bad anxiety that I literally was nervous all the time and I would cried because I was feeling with a lot of pressure, I even couldn't sleep well.
My entire family were and are so helpful, they never leave the responsibility of Morgan just to me but I'm crazy, and sometimes you can't control anxiety.

Then he started being happy and I started being happy too.
We all love him a lot, seriously, I never imagined my mom being so lovely with a dog, I'm telling you!

Morgan is growing up like crazy. We bought him this blue sweater for the cold weather and it was fitting him perfect, two weeks later and he wears it like a crop top, what a fashionista!
Mom and I look at him and feel sad, we want to keep him little forever, because I swear everyday I see him even bigger, and he's my baby, moms don't want their babies to grow up.

Like I said, this is my first pet, the other two came when I was a kiddo so I don't remember much, I would really appreciate if you guys know about puppys, specially Pit Bulls, to share some tips. 

Thanks for reading, Morgan appreciates it. 

Sunday, 18 January 2015

You getting to know me

I think is time for me to let the world know who I am.... well at least you, the one amazing creature that is paying attention to my blog, thanks person, thanks a lot.

I don't have any idea of where to start because all I can think of is that no one here in the Internet really cares about me, but I'm doing it and I can't think of something else to write... sorry but that's the truth.

- Alright, as you can see in the image above, you'll notice that because of my factions and hair/eyes color I'm pretty much Latin American, more precisely, Mexican.
- I'm a proud Mexican, let me tell you, and yes I live in Mexico.
- I've been studying English since kinder garden, but I wasn't good at it, until middle school.
- I know the tiniest amount of Italian, and I can sing the alphabet in french, yeahhh mee!
- Recently I got a puppy, his name is Morgan, like Morgan Freeman.
- I used to see myself as a youtuber, I never imagined that I'd be doing this blogging thing.
- I still want to make youtube but I don't have the courage.
- I'm ridiculously short, 1.53 cm is not good at all.
- People think I'm 15, when actually I'm 17.
- I love films and all the stuff behind a movie.
- I can't decide if I want to study cinematography or graphic design.
- For a long time I told my parents that I wasn't going to university, and I mean it.
- I love acting, a lot. 
- Old guys are my not so guilty pleasure. I don't really like boys my age that much.
- I sounded so creepy but I bet you prefer older boys too. 
- This may seem vain. I think I'm a mature teen. I mean, I can act like an idiot sometimes but my thoughts and decisions are somehow clever.

That's a lot, and probably you don't care that much, but oh well, I want you to know who you are reading so it doesn't feel that weird.

Friday, 2 January 2015

Cheesy New Year

"This will be my year"
"Everything it's gonna change"
"I'm gonna be better"
I have been reading negative things about what the new year was going to bring, more specific, those types of comments about losing weight in 2015 and being a nicer person. Everyone is like "you will go to the gym and you will quit at the next week".

New Year is cheesy, but it give us hope, hope for a better life, most of the times.
It's cheesy but I personally think that it's brilliant. We are humans, sometimes we need to feel that we can change, and yes you could change even on the middle of November, but again, most of us like cheesy, cliche stuff, (even hipsters love something mainstream, they do but they won't tell you).

Hope is the last thing to die. I'm an example because every year I'm like "this year a boy is going to be interested in me" and well, that didn't happen yet but it will, it has to happen because I can't be single for the rest of my life, I hope... I mean, I'm not that bad looking.

So, Dear 2015, I'm excited for you, because this is a new beginning and who cares if I'll be single until 2025, I'm all about making my life as worth it as possible, saying goodbye to the good and bad memories of last year and make new ones, and I sound hella cheesy but whatever, because I like that, I like cheesy resolutions that promise that we can be whoever we want to be, I like to be cheesy sometimes and make myself feel better and actually try to be better.

Go ahead and be cheesy, and hang your resolutions in the wall, go to the gym for a week and brag about it, eat your salad and then go home to eat chocolates too, do what makes you happy and what it's going to make your year priceless.

Okay, that's all, bye.

Friday, 26 December 2014

| Christmas 2014 |

I'm tired and I don't feel like writing or doing something because this past 3 days I have been like crazy preparing everything for Christmas.
First, I decided to make a 4 layer naked cake, and then I felt like doing cookies for everyone in my family, and it sounds not so hard but my gosh, it was stressful and painful (my heels know about that).
Those cookies were a lot of work, but it was fine because when I gave it to my family they were happy and they compliment me and who doesn't like compliments, even if you think you don't like them, you do. 

I want to show you the "naked cake" that wasn't that naked, but who cares because that cream cheese frosting turned out amazing!
I'm in love with simple cakes, I find them way more pretty than those super decorated fondant cakes, no, they're not for me at all.
At first I was only going to frost the outside of the cake by the spreads of the sides, but it didn't turn out right, so I made more frosting to cover it like a normal cake but I didn't like it... so then my brother saw what I was trying to do, and he help me to scrape the sides and leave it a little bit more naked, I guess, so thanks brother.

My older brother also came to visit, he wasn't supposed to, but at the end he did, it was great, I bet he had a great time because he, my other brother and my dad had a really happy hour at 4:00 AM and they were talking about life, with so much happiness on their words!
Here's a picture of him and I, oh and my other sibling in the back. The funny thing is that I didn't consume any alcohol (because the tiny little gulps that the aunties give you mean nothing, okay) but I'm still looking loaded. Anyways, I'm sharing it with you because I like to embarrass myself.

I hope you had a great Christmas and if you don't celebrated, that's sad.
See you later!

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Dear Life || 2

I just happened to read my last and actually first Dear Life, and I noticed that every time I attend to write one of these, I'm on my period. Probably periods put me in a thoughtful mood.
So here I am, out of the shower at night because it supposed that today was a gym day but I wasn't feeling it.
I wake up at 7:30 am and decided that I was not doing it, then sleep again until 12 something and started cleaning my room and being actually productive, but you know, period cramps, so I took some pills and I sleep agaiiin until 3 pm..... not so proud of that.

The highlight of my day was this little human. I'm not a kid person at all, but this child (who happens to be my nephew) melts my heart, he is a blessed kiddo. 
I'm eternally happy because he lay down on my chest, I hugged him and in a matter of seconds, literally, just in seconds, he felt asleep. (Insert heart eyes emoji here because that's how I'm felling)

You know what, I should be embarrassed of spending my winter vacations on my house all day, but I enjoy it like you can't imagine. I love being in my pyjamas all day and doing pretty much nothing.
Nothing is more like thinking about my blog, the one that you are reading in this moment, and in my "cake business" and in boys I guess, but who really cares about them, they're nasty, right?
Specially now that the holidays are arriving, me and my mom are looking forward to the weekend to rent some Christmas movies because that's what we basic people do. 

I also did this thing called "Brainstorming". I'm sure most of you know what it is, but if you don't, well you're hella dumb... Joking, basically you set a timer, in my case I set up 10 minutes, and in those minutes I have to write any ideas that come throw my mind, without carrying if they're stupid, because that's the beauty of it, letting your creativity flow, no obstacles engaged.
I loved it, and I'm definitely doing this more frequently.

Anyways, that was my day.
Here I leave you this song that you probably have already heard, but anyways its good and when I was watching the movie I almost cried because if you have read the books you know that feelings like to shine:

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Putting a Christmas tree.

Let me start by telling you that I love everything Christmas related, so yes, I love putting the Christmas tree. The thing is that this year my house will not have any Christmas decorations because we are kind of moving and moms tend to be annoying sometimes and mine says that she doesn't wants to deal with packing the Christmas stuff too.
So here we are, putting my aunt Christmas Tree because she is out of town and she ask us to do this favour for her, but actually, she is doing me the favour...

I just fell in love with her tree, because look at it, it has snow, fake, but it looks great.
It was a great evening with my mom thought, we listened Christmas songs while putting it, because we are that cliche.

Monday, 1 December 2014


For me, creativity is a powerful word. It means that your brain is doing the right thing, I guess.
Everybody born with this ability, and everybody decide what to do with it.
I decided that I want to use it, I want to explode it, and I want to developed it so much that people remember me because of what I create.
It's hard, scary, and sometimes I find myself worried because of the fear of not creating.
That's a huge reason why I started this blog, I want to see what my imagination is capable of.

I love creative people, they put a smile on my face, I love how they take their time to come up with something amazing, with something inspiring. I love them so much that one day I hope to be surrounded by them, to have the opportunity to live with someone like that, to fall in love with someone with a priceless brain.

I find little acts of creativeness the most beautiful. For example: an ordinary post about anything but with a message, or a meaning, or maybe a video that is so well made because you can see the effort that has been put in it, not how much money they had spent on a camera or an editing program, but the thing they're trying to gift. Or maybe that drawing that your classmate made in the table with his not special at all pencil, the paints of a kid in the walls which makes moms get really mad but oh, the kid was full with creativity that he felt the necessity to trace it somewhere, that author that could write about how a guy brushing his teeth and you'd still be amazed because of his skills. Or just that stuff you saw, or heard, and made you think that you never could come up with such a fascinating idea.

Talented and creative people, please never die, we need you here.

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