Saturday, 19 March 2011

The Grandmother

Me and Abuelita <3


Yesternight I confronted my father (on the phone - yes- I'm that chickeny!) regarding my leaving for university in the U.K. this year. He has been very against it, as he is quite an overprotective soul, but seemed to take it rather well, considering his standpoint. He knew from before that I'd apply, but just not that I'd apply for this year's entry. I'm just waiting for the news to spread around my family however, they work a little bit like one of those Latin-american soap operas that Americans generally tend to make fun of. I also find the parodies pretty funny, as they are sooo true!

Well, anywhu, my family also works a bit like the Godfather where all big decisions have to be run through by the Godfather - in my case, my grandmother. She might not look all that intimidating, but trust me, her word is law, so I am pretty nervous... Just hoping it'll all go well. I'd rather have my family's support than not. I guess most people could relate to that.


Wish me luck!

Friday, 18 March 2011

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won

I Gave You All - Mumford & Sons

Memorables

From my "memorables"-file. These girls are surely memorables.
Feels like time flies too fast sometimes. I have so much schoolwork until the easterbreak that it feels like I won't even notice it disappearing under my feet. But there must be time for people, so I will make time for people.

Thursday, 17 March 2011

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Death to the Death Penalty.,



Not to be touchy-feely but
This is sorta beautiful.

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Life philosophy


I wish I lived in the realm of Harry Potter!


Harry Potter (Hedwig's) Theme Song


Harry Potter (Dubstep Remix) - Terabyte Frenzy

Love the beginning (1st minute) of the dubstep version

Monday, 14 March 2011

Dreams of freedom.

the door slams but
it's the breath of air revealing
a cold breeze of dripping acidulous alcohol


you smell like shit!


and I want to feel the fire in my throat
napalm in my chest
and wings on my back

you have to be a pyromaniac to become a nightingale.

- Litage