Y el por que de para que?

Es ninguno. Escribiendo por escribir. Me acuerdo, cuando era chiquita, mi diario consistia en escribir todo lo que habia hecho en el dia.

"Querido Diario:

Me levante a las 7 a.m, me di un baño con agua fria y me vesti para ir a trabajar. Me pinte los ojos con amarillo y naranja, porque asi tenia ganas de hacerlo. Una camisa negra porque no tengo nada amarillo...
Sin tiempo para desayunar, me pongo los zapatos y cambio la cartera y me monto en el carro. Ahi me doy cuenta que deje el celular encima de mi cama, despues de mucho pensar y considerar decidi volver a entrar a buscarlo.
Llego a la oficina a las 8:45, mi dia comienza. El desayuno llega un poco tarde pero estaba bueno. La muchacha se quedo con mi cambio, ahora no tengo cash.
Recibo mi correo electronico, y sorpresa! Mas altercados con la persona que me quita las ganas de ir a trabajar. Despues de esperar una hora en el telefono con PRTC entre llantos y decirme a mi misma que me tranquilizara, logre cancelar el DMAX de la finca. Ya estoy frustrada y me quiero ir de ahi. Busco los clasificados, las ofertas de empleo se ven un poco plastas. Necesito NO trabajar con familia.
A las 12 en punto salgo de ahi, ni un minuto mas, me dije. Me acorde de que queria probar uno de esos dichosos polvos minerales a ver cual es la mierda, asi que fui a Walgreens a buscarlo. Queria Ferrero Rocher tambien, asi que los compre. Sigo histerica y sin poder creer lo horrible que me siento con ese equipo de trabajo.
Vine a casa y no tenia ganas de cocinar.

Y todavia, 3 horas despues, tengo hambre."


Un poco aburrido, pero fijate... Podria funcionar. ahora... por que yo quiero recordar toda esa sarta de estupideces en la cual consiste mi vida?

Yisus Craist.
this sucks.

seguimiento

Bueno. He organizado la mayor parte de mi cuarto por hoy.
No he creado nada en mucho tiempo, en parte por la invasion de mi espacio creativo por un supuesto equipo de limpieza que han puesto todo donde no lo puedo encontrar. Ya casi tengo todo listo para mi viajecito a Rincon manana, debe ser divertido, no se. El trabajo me va bien, me gusta, cada dia me siento mas como un hongo que va creciendo poco a poco en ese escritorio, una persona de rutina. Y hasta cierto punto, me gusta.
No tener una completa incertidumbre de donde voy a estar y que voy a hacer me da un sentido de tranquilidad.
Me gustaria conseguirme un apartamento alquilado para mi sola, posiblemente en los proximos 6-12 meses.

He vuelto a desempolvar tus cartas. . .


y cecilia me disfraza y me hace photoshoots =c)

Y no escucho musica nueva porque no me interesa al momento. Siendo tan descarrilada soy bastante de rutina. Mi escritorio es un desastre y escribo sobre mi falda porque el teclado no cabe en el. yy... escribir por escribir a veces no sale tan bien como otras.

return

My last post was some time ago (don't know when exactly) but i can never seem to be too consistent with these things. However...I DO have to write about my trip to NYC which I'll have to do ...
some other day.

i'm tired :-(

Memory

Some people say they can relive instants by remembering them, the vividness of their first kiss or the sound of the rain outside the window....

I'm not one of them. I live on autopilot, wishing I could sit back, close my eyes, and be there again. Wherever that might be.

short entry today... I'm going through a confusing moment in my life.

Amazement

La Nouba.
I have been anxious, itching to go see one of Cirque Du Soleil's shows for some years now and yesterday was finally my day.
I can't begin to describe the emotions I felt when I walked in, and saw the incredible sets and all the colors and lights and movement. My eyes instantly welled up with tears and held their pose for a good half of the show. Anyone who ever has an opportunity, should go see one of these shows. I bought the music CD ( this one's a little jazzy in my opinion, which I like) and a crystal ball ornament that is filled with scraps of costume fabrics and pictures from the show.
I'm sorry for my lack of expressive words and such, but I'm simply at loss.
However, two of my favorite things:

Les Cons


And the little Chinese girls with their Diabolos:


These little girls had me at the edge of my seat during their act, they are truly amazing (either that or freaks of nature) and extremely cute. They did pirouettes and switches and human pyramids and such all while still playing with their diabolos. My hat goes off to these little girls.

well that's it for today, I'm in need of a shower.

Sweet-Tasting Epcot

Yesterday Chichi and I went to Epcot center.
We arrived at 9:30 a.m and went into Figment's Imagination ride,where Chichi had her first encounter with a Disney Character)


then spent the whole day cruising through the World Showcase. It's true what they say, you don't have to be a kid to enjoy Disney world, you just learn to enjoy it differently. We set it to ourselves to sample pastries and desserts from around the world.
In France, for example, we had a lemon tart.


Not only did it look amazing, it was made with real lemons and it was delicious!!!!

In Japan we had Kakigori, which is shaved ice with syrup (sort of like a piragua)and was perfect to cool off in the sun

yuuummmmmmmmmm!!! The flavors were Strawberry, Honeydew Melon and Tangerine.

In Norway we sampled some School Bread (sweet buns filled with vanilla custard-creme and glazed with shredded coconut on top.) This was really good, and I'd like to learn to make it!!!!


WE had Mexican food for lunch (nothing out of the ordinary) and in China I sampled some Ginger Ice Cream (an acquired taste for sure).

After all of this pigging out, looking at the stores and trying to hide from the rain, we were ready to go to the other part of the park (all the attractions I wanted were closed, but chichi went to Mars and rode a test car).
I found out I am absolutely TERRIFIED of roller coasters!!! It's almost absurd. I took some pictures while she got on those things...

a beautiful sunset


A rabbit was munching on grass nearby:




well, that's it for now... I'm off to Magic Kingdom!

Ya falta menos...

Se acerca el dia en el cual me monto en ese avion.
Tengo un weekend "full" mirandome a los ojos y riendose de mi, pero creo que con un poco de organizacion se puede lograr todo.

anoche hice 15 jabones, 5 body sprays, 6 scrubs, 5 potes de body lotion y 5 lip balms... En UNA HORA. (It's called productivity and exhaustion)
still to come:
Forrar cajas
Clase manana a la 1
Fajardo a ver a mi abuela y a los nenes
Finca, (terminar lo que falte de los detalles de las cajitas, y el trabajo de las tarjetas de nomina de el otro trabajo de Martita)
Trabajo en JT la semana que viene, volver a hacerlo todo otra vez en el weekend ( only the next involves a kayak trip on thursday, a spa day on friday and still the class on saturday)
No se si tenga suficientes dias de trabajo para llegar a la meta que me habia propuesto, pero veremos a ver como me las arreglo ($400)

me voy el 18!!! weee.

*exhales*

Not to say my monetary problems are completely solved, but at least I got a job at JTCG for the next 3 weeks... ( yay!)

Orlando won't see the poor side of me, not just yet.

Un Solo Dia

Hace algunos años solía escribir muchisimos poemas (y no-poemas). A gente en especifico, o a nadie en especifico.. .
Aqui esta uno de ellos. Me parece que es del 2004. Enjoy! (la pintura tambien es mia, del 2004)

"Un Solo Dia"-
Un dia tendido por la posibilidad de volverte a ver, un dia que espera llegar finalmente a mi, un solo dia que ni siquiera nombrarse puede. Un pequeño dia en el que tu y yo volveremos a ser, lo mismo que antes, quizas mas. Un poco mas que ayer. Poco mas que la ultima vez. Un dia que se convertira en noche, nuevamente efimera y espantada por el espacio que la sigue. Una noche que no durará para siempre, asi como los secretos se dan a conocer, los besos se acaban, el amor se extingue. Y naturalmente ese dia nos separaremos, mejor esa noche, o seguiran los dias pasando, las semanas avanzando y los meses entrando, llenos de dias de amor, secretos, besos, felicidad? Y al igual seguimos entendiendo que el amor no dura para siempre, que es solo una reaccion quimica del cerebro, una ilusion del cuerpo, una excusa para el sexo. O sera esto algo que solo nos queremos creer para sentirnos mejor? Para no sentirnos culpables de penetrar los estrechos corredores del corazon ajeno? Un solo dia, entre dos noches, entre tantos otros dias, entre tantas otras personas. Dificil de reconocer al igual que el amor verdadero, ese dia perfecto y soleado que todo niño espera para salir a jugar. Ese amor que ya de grandes no dejamos de esperar.

-Tattiana Torres

Let's get some shoes...

It's great to find good shoes at an awesome price ( especially when said shoes are Dr Scholls' but nowhere near looking like those hideous cobbie cuddlers at Kmart)
SOOO comfy! I just gotta get used to the heels part. I am totally, shallow-ly raving about shoes. But... I mean...

These, for instance, were $76... Got 'em for $32

and these, were $56... Got them for $32 as well...

The joys of sales at Gatsby...

Little Red Summer dress (and then some)

The kids from North Carolina are here: Gabriel (11), Eduardo (10), and Sofia (6). They're sweet, good kids that are bored to death from spending way too-much time with their grandma in the beach trailer. So yesterday I took 'em to WalMart ( in search of some interfacing to make purses with). We bought doughnuts and Icee, and Sofia wanted me to make her a dress. "It's gotta be red, and it's gotta have a flower, too". I bought this really nice red cotton fabric and as soon as I got home, got to work in making the pattern/dress.
This is how it came out:


The little monkey was pretty happy!


Full-body shot on the model:


I'm happy, and proud that she liked it. In fact, she loved it. Job well done for me!!!

yayness.

And this is the other top I made, from a beautiful $1.88 fabric (Fabric Depot RULES!!!)


And I'm happy wearing it as well. It's been good days for my creative impulses and I think after awhile of being dormant they've finally awoken.

20 days to go till I go to Orlando, and I have no money (however, nobody is better at loans than my own parents, who will probably make me wash cars, do pedicures, and random office work for the whole year 2008 if it's neccesary, as long as I don't go on that trip empty handed). I honestly don't care, my traveling veins have been pulsating and I think it's time I get on another plane!!!!

I re-visited the exposition at Caguas ( La Tierra Desde el Cielo or something like that) tonight with my grandparents and the kids. Still that Pripiat ( a city near Chernobyl that had to be evacuated in its entirety) picture keeps beating at the back of my head, in all its eerie, cold, and gloomy glory. I managed to find a copy on the net, however if you are able to go see it firsthand, PLEASE DO! It's got much more impact at the huge size it is displayed. All the other Yann Arthus-Bertrand pictures are breathtaking as well, so it's worth the trip to Caguas ( if you live in Puerto Rico, of course)


whew! I think this'll be it for today... Long day tomorrow!
-Tat

Trying to compromise

Or better said, make myself write on this, the fabulous closed-eye typing blog of MissTat.

*sigh*

Now you , compromise in reading it. (is that even a word?) It should say commit. yes! Commit yourself to me!!!! wee.


*end rant*

I've been attacking the sewing machine these past 5 or 6 days. More thinking and pondering than actually working on something, I've made two tops and two bags, and am almost finished with a dress (part t-shirt reconstruction, part vintage 70's fabric from an old dress of my grandmother's). My mind is reeling, reeling, reeling, and I want to spend 100% of my day in the now chaotic sewing room. Yay for chaos!

I had my carpet cleaned, and my furniture rearranged so now my room looks a lot better, I think the dent on the left side of my bed will now disappear since the right side is more accessible, allowing me to alternate sleeping sides *wink*.

Last night ( noche de San Juan) was nice, went to Luis's pool with Alysha, ate Texas Toast and "croquetas", and then went straight to bed. My parents are still not here, they're not usually here anymore and I'm getting used to it (particularly to the fact that I can play my music loud at 3 a.m, loud enough to hear it in the sewing room...). Ah, the simple pleasures. The disorganization of my thoughts. Hence the blog title.

Closed Eye Typing.

(PS- the image on top is one of the shirts I made, it used to be two pillowcases. Sorry that it's on the top making it seem completely irrelevant, but my browser's copy/paste is busted and I can't move it)...

about the last post

I ended up getting dressed and going to college anyway, just like that, without sleeping. I was in the crankiest mood ever, couldnt find a parking spot, after 2 hours i finally found one and i took a 2 hour nap in the car. I made it to my last 2 classes, but hey, 50% is good enough, i think.....

i am currently working on some scarves for a friend, and planning out my next crocheted doll adventure-thingy. But of course i'll try to work on it during the day. no more all nighters on school nights!

Kitt-ay!

It's done. It's 5:26 a/m. I AM DYING of sleepiness. And I'm supposed to wake up at seven. Too bad no one reads this (yet) because I'd definitely ask for suggestions on what the hell to do.....

First post

I have no idea what I'm going to put here. NO IDEA .

maybe a litte bit of everything that I do instead of doing the things I'm supposed to be doing. Like for example, crocheting an amigurumi cat instead of doing homework and going to sleep ( early start, classes tomorrow...)

For instance; about 2 weeks ago I was making this:


( The pouch-thingy, not the iPod).

more to come. I'll now go back to my amigurumi cat....