"She was walking, singing a song
About a grey steppe eagle,
About her true love,
Whose letters she was keeping"
Katyusha is another song I love; a wartime Soviet song about a girl waiting for her sweetheart soldier who goes to fight for the Motherland.
The Song was written by Mikhail Isakovsky in 1938.
There is so much history and beautiful mysteries about this song...
The language itself is magical to me--so complicated.
Someday I will travel to Russia and visit the Winter Palace where the last Romanovs used to live--oh the glorious halls where the five Romanov children ran!
I'm crazy,but I am smitten!!!
My father went to college there in Saint Petersburg way back when it was called the Soviet Union--wow.
He fell in love with the city and culture and brought back a little piece of knowledge and good old Russian customs.
Hence my facination!!!
Oh, Katyusha wait for me darling, I shall come to you with love and new horizons.
Katyusha your song and pale winters call for me at all times, why are you so beautiful--why must I wait?
The bittersweet sound of your balalaika makes my heart weep for you, though I have never touched your land.
Katyusha wait for me.
These are just thoughts and ideas of your typical 19 year old teenager.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tell me Why I Don't Like Mondays...
Out of my many favorite songs, there is one called " I don't like Mondays" by the Boomtown Rats; from the UK.
This song was inspired by the young murderer Brenda Ann Spencer who shot two adults and several children from her house with a rifle given by her own father at her birthday (California 1979)--so much for a sweet sixteen.
As for me, the song just represents how tedious and monotonous a Monday can be.
Maybe Miss Spencer felt the same way, maybe she needed a break from her own life, maybe her desire to kill was only to kill her own memories, her own self image.
Of course, the true story offers that she may have been on PCP, a drug which I am unfamiliar with.
My heart shrinks to the thought of those children, little angels.
Statistics say that Mondays are the least productive days on average, and I believe it.
Waking up from a lovely weekend to realize that a math surprise will show up at my desk, is motive enough to bury myself beneath my soft covers-- until reality splashes me with cold water and get up mumbling senseless stuff.
My dad complains for my lack of motivation, I do have motivation I do not have to wear it in my face.
My Mom believes in me, she does encourage me to have integrity within my mind and physical.
That is true.
My sister is always amused how chinky my eyes are in the morning--haha not!
My little sister is asleep and says nothing till I get home--she is the one that understands me the most.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
(I'm not too sure yet how to be creative when adding photos,my apologies)
This song was inspired by the young murderer Brenda Ann Spencer who shot two adults and several children from her house with a rifle given by her own father at her birthday (California 1979)--so much for a sweet sixteen.
The title I don't like Mondays is very peculiar because on interview, Miss Spencer was asked why she shot those children, and she replied with a simple "I don't like Mondays"
Tragic and disturbing I know, how the hatred for Mondays can cause the brain to malfunction.As for me, the song just represents how tedious and monotonous a Monday can be.
Maybe Miss Spencer felt the same way, maybe she needed a break from her own life, maybe her desire to kill was only to kill her own memories, her own self image.
Of course, the true story offers that she may have been on PCP, a drug which I am unfamiliar with.
My heart shrinks to the thought of those children, little angels.
Statistics say that Mondays are the least productive days on average, and I believe it.
Waking up from a lovely weekend to realize that a math surprise will show up at my desk, is motive enough to bury myself beneath my soft covers-- until reality splashes me with cold water and get up mumbling senseless stuff.
My dad complains for my lack of motivation, I do have motivation I do not have to wear it in my face.
My Mom believes in me, she does encourage me to have integrity within my mind and physical.
That is true.
My sister is always amused how chinky my eyes are in the morning--haha not!
My little sister is asleep and says nothing till I get home--she is the one that understands me the most.
Tell me why I don't like Mondays.
(I'm not too sure yet how to be creative when adding photos,my apologies)
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Loner
Life is full of people, but sometimes you have one friend-- your best friend.
Yes indeed, you can rely on just that person and confide him/her your most risky secrets, your thoughts and wishes.
But what happens when reality and fate takes that person of years and places his/her destiny miles and miles away?--it is not a tragic loss really, just so...what's the word? Upsetting. Yes incredibly upsetting.
She is one of my good friends, not the good friend that only appears out of convenience.
However, I will not be focusing on her just yet, this is about being a loner and how sometimes solitude is the best remedy for any kind of heartache, and yes--- even a heartbreak.
At 19 years old, I feel sometimes alone, not the creepy loneliness that media and others think. Just alone for the fact that I cannot seem to want to open up to other "friends"
But not the kind of loneliness where I need someone to hold me--my handsome sweetheart does that <3
I need a girlfriend-- a friend that is a girl I mean.
It is a shame that I can't find one at this age.
And my only one lives too far away.
Excuses excuses --whatever.
My parents certainly do not consent that, they remind me constantly how sociable and carefree I used to be--to be honest I miss that too, and wonder how in the world did I become so distant? and when did I become best friends with solitude and silence?
As a Latin person, I should be able to charm others in a good way of course, but not only do I seem to bore others but also turn off the lights on a conversation and leave.
Maybe it's a stage, maybe once I go back to Bolivia I will become the life of the party.
As for now I'm not even invited.
Maybe it's a stage of the age, much like when I turned twelve and suddenly wanted to dress all in black and purple and wear studded belts and heavy eye liner-- what was I thinking?
It was a good stage though, I had fun but it was time to let go of being a "rebel"
It will be all right, at least I console myself that way.
Maybe I enjoy the silence, maybe it gives me time to be more creative.
More time to rehearse for life and chase away my regrets, not that I have them so much
No Pain no Regrets
That motto stays with me, always.
To be honest, I do not remember where I heard or read that from. I'm so cliche sometimes.
Yes indeed, you can rely on just that person and confide him/her your most risky secrets, your thoughts and wishes.
But what happens when reality and fate takes that person of years and places his/her destiny miles and miles away?--it is not a tragic loss really, just so...what's the word? Upsetting. Yes incredibly upsetting.
She is one of my good friends, not the good friend that only appears out of convenience.
However, I will not be focusing on her just yet, this is about being a loner and how sometimes solitude is the best remedy for any kind of heartache, and yes--- even a heartbreak.
At 19 years old, I feel sometimes alone, not the creepy loneliness that media and others think. Just alone for the fact that I cannot seem to want to open up to other "friends"
But not the kind of loneliness where I need someone to hold me--my handsome sweetheart does that <3
I need a girlfriend-- a friend that is a girl I mean.
It is a shame that I can't find one at this age.
And my only one lives too far away.
Excuses excuses --whatever.
My parents certainly do not consent that, they remind me constantly how sociable and carefree I used to be--to be honest I miss that too, and wonder how in the world did I become so distant? and when did I become best friends with solitude and silence?
As a Latin person, I should be able to charm others in a good way of course, but not only do I seem to bore others but also turn off the lights on a conversation and leave.
Maybe it's a stage, maybe once I go back to Bolivia I will become the life of the party.
As for now I'm not even invited.
Maybe it's a stage of the age, much like when I turned twelve and suddenly wanted to dress all in black and purple and wear studded belts and heavy eye liner-- what was I thinking?
It was a good stage though, I had fun but it was time to let go of being a "rebel"
It will be all right, at least I console myself that way.
Maybe I enjoy the silence, maybe it gives me time to be more creative.
More time to rehearse for life and chase away my regrets, not that I have them so much
No Pain no Regrets
That motto stays with me, always.
To be honest, I do not remember where I heard or read that from. I'm so cliche sometimes.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Giving up Coffee for lent--Never again
As a proud Bolivian person, coffee is something I grew up loving, tasting, feeling and eventually living for it.
Sounds like I'm exaggerating, but no I am not.
We get our Coffee beans imported mainly from Brazil, Colombia, and sometimes Cuba. (Beautiful Countries by the way) and also from a remote place in a hidden corner of La Paz called "Los Yungas"
Los Yungas it the only place in Bolivia where you will find, African Bolivians, I personally never had the privilege to visit that place because of its remote location, and dangerous path to get there.It is known to be the most dangerous road in the whole world!!
But I hear it is magical and beautiful, the weather is warm and the children play at the rhythm of the drums. Indeed, the danger would be worth it.
Going back to my love for Coffee, I remember when I had my very first sip--yes I do, I was at least 3 years old sort of wobbling myself through the sunny room, where my Babushka, my Mama, and Tetya would sit and relax under the glass ceiling in the third floor of our house to catch a little bit of sunlight. Babushka has a Victorian coffee machine from Brazil, its aspect it quite peculiar and has a strange noise when grinding the beans. The bronze made it look royal, maybe it is..
Grandma
Sounds like I'm exaggerating, but no I am not.
We get our Coffee beans imported mainly from Brazil, Colombia, and sometimes Cuba. (Beautiful Countries by the way) and also from a remote place in a hidden corner of La Paz called "Los Yungas"
Los Yungas it the only place in Bolivia where you will find, African Bolivians, I personally never had the privilege to visit that place because of its remote location, and dangerous path to get there.It is known to be the most dangerous road in the whole world!!
But I hear it is magical and beautiful, the weather is warm and the children play at the rhythm of the drums. Indeed, the danger would be worth it.
Going back to my love for Coffee, I remember when I had my very first sip--yes I do, I was at least 3 years old sort of wobbling myself through the sunny room, where my Babushka, my Mama, and Tetya would sit and relax under the glass ceiling in the third floor of our house to catch a little bit of sunlight. Babushka has a Victorian coffee machine from Brazil, its aspect it quite peculiar and has a strange noise when grinding the beans. The bronze made it look royal, maybe it is..
Grandma
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Just so Sleepy
Naps are wonderful; the best thing you can do for your brain.
A nap can let you rest, a nap refreshes your memory and even heals your weary body.
But notice how the word nap is a short word--that's how a nap is supposed to be--short, like some nice 20 min--not 4 hours!!
In 4 hours a person can achieve innumerable things! Such as going for a run, bath the dog, clean under the bed etc...
In 4 hours I could have even just read a book--but no, I fell into a stage 4 sleep, REM sleep, I even dreamt of doing something but instead I just feel into a non productive sleep. This is when I self loathe, unhealthy I know but necessary.
If I come out of my room now I will feel even more guilty, great.
A nap can let you rest, a nap refreshes your memory and even heals your weary body.
But notice how the word nap is a short word--that's how a nap is supposed to be--short, like some nice 20 min--not 4 hours!!
In 4 hours a person can achieve innumerable things! Such as going for a run, bath the dog, clean under the bed etc...
In 4 hours I could have even just read a book--but no, I fell into a stage 4 sleep, REM sleep, I even dreamt of doing something but instead I just feel into a non productive sleep. This is when I self loathe, unhealthy I know but necessary.
If I come out of my room now I will feel even more guilty, great.
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| Haha indeed. |
Introducing the Middle Child
She came into my life when I was an infant, more like a toddler, she is quiet, but a lot of fun!
She is the total opposite than I, for starters she is a Taurus, I am an Aquarius, she looks more like mother, and I look a lot like father...
She is girly and frilly, and I am... well not.
Camila plays the flute in the High School band,plays Tennis in the Varsity team and has won many tournaments! Listen to me I sound like a proud mom hahaha.
She is still in that phase of pure happiness when buying clothes, or when going to the mall--ah those teenage days are long gone for me.
Thank Goodness Camila reminds me of the innocence and adventurous life of a teen.
Thank you Camila!
My little Angel
Honestly I never thought of having another sister, much less here in the USA, however, I could not be happier that Brenda came into our lives one cold night of January. Her smile and laughter just brighten my days, and her playfulness take me to another level. Children do not appeal to me one bit, but Brenda is different, she is smart and so cunning! Everyone is proud of her at home because of her cleverness, I know she will be strong minded and determined!
When she becomes older and older, I will do anything for her to be a much better and successful than us (Camila and I).
She will learn to play the piano, she will continue my father's track legacy wish, and she will learn to love without being afraid of doing so.
When she becomes older and older, I will do anything for her to be a much better and successful than us (Camila and I).
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| One of the many drawings my little sister Brenda made for me <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3  Brenda continues to surprise me, she loves her family so much! And we love being silly too! . |
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