Una Luna de Cristal

Today is...

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:14:48 GMT

Someone's birthday!!!!

May the sun shine on you always -even on rainy days. May you have the most perfect and special day. Because you deserve this and many more precious things.

If I could I would take you out to have some drinks and talk the night away about many things -some of which will be discussing why do we think John is better for Rogue. XD

God bless you Susie, on this your special day and that the incoming days may be full of happiness.

*hugs*

I ain't superstitious...

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 03:49:31 GMT

as I break the looking glass.

Yo soy un poco supersticiosa, lo admito. Y le doy las gracias a ello a mi bisabuela quien me cuido mucho de pequeña. Cuando las tortólas cantaban, ella solía decirme: "Escucha, alguien se va a morir." O si un cigarrón vuela frente a ti -y dependiendo como vuele frente a ti- es que alguien te va a visitar o vas recibir malas noticias. Y mejor no digo que significa una mariposa negra en la noche. :/

Son tontadas que me las repito inconscientemente cuando me suceden sin en realidad darle mucha atención. Ahora, ¿a qué viene todo esto? Bien, tengo una cuenta en Facebook que es más bien para ponerme al día con familiares que viven en los Estados Unidos y mis primos que a veces no podemos vernos a menudo. Ya saben, hay que atender a los niños, trabajar, blah, blah...

La cosa es ¡Qué supersticioso somos los puertorriqueños! Me incluyo por aquello de no ser algo aparte a mi raza. Pero, coño!!! es verdad. ¿Tienen idea de todos los mensajitos que recibo que dicen como sigue 'Tienes que enviar esto a diez personas en quince minutos sino algo horrible te sucederá' En ocasiones son mensajes muy lindos pero que le dañan su propósito principal cuando lo terminan con esa fracesita. ¿Y yo? Les doy delete a todos, sin reenviar. Y que a mi. (¡Ji! Ahora mañana amamnezco muerta. ;p) No, fuera de broma, es una cosa que yo me pregunto si la gente se lo cree. Yo recuerdo cuando solía jugar a eso de mandar las cartitas cuando tenía mis trece y catorce años para que el chico que a mi me interesaba se fijara en mi. LOL!!! Cuando todo lo que tenía que hacer era hacerle saber que estaba viva y existía. :)

Pero que personas adultas se envien cosas así... no sé. De verás, cansa.

Y cambiando un poco el tema. Estoy emocionada, al fin mi historia original esta cogiendo forma. Ya tengo una idea clara de a donde quiero llevarla y como hacerlo. Parezco una niñita a la que le han dado su dulce favorito; que de paso sea es chocolate. X) El libro pienso publicarlo en español, -duh! A ver como me lo reciben porque me sospecho que mi genero es algo que no se escribe mucho en español o al menos no he visto libro alguno originalmente escrito en español con este género.

English: I admit that I am a little superstitious. And I thank my great-grandmother for it. She took care of me when I was little on many occasions. When turtledoves used to sing, she would say to me: "Listen, somebody is going to die." Or if a cigarron flew in front of you -and depending on how it flew and how many times it did- it meant that either somebody is going to visit you or you're going to receive bad news. And I better shouldn't say what it meant to see a black butterfly during the night: /

They really are silly things that I repeat to myself unconsciously when they happen without giving them too much thought. Now, where do I want to go with all this? Well, I have an account in Facebook that it's rather to keep me updated with some members of my family that live in the United States and my cousins that despite living here, sometimes we cannot often see us. You know, the common drill, we don't have enough time taking care of the children, working, blah, blah...

The thing is How superstitious are we the Puerto Ricans! You have no idea of how many messages I receive at Facebook that ends like follows 'You must send this to ten people in fifteen minutes or something horrible will happen to you' Sometimes the messages are awesome but that little ending spoil their main purpose. And me? I delete them all, without forwarding them. (And tomorrow they will find my dead body. ;p) No, really, I ask myself if people genuinely believe this to be true.

I remember when I used to send the infamous letters to my schoolmate when I was thirteen and fourteen years old so that the boy that I was interested in would notice me. LOL!!! When all I had to do was let him know that I was alive and kicking. :) But it's inconceivable to me that adult would send all this garbage to themselves. I do not understand it.

And changing a little the subject. I am excited, at last my original story is taking form. I already have a clear idea of a where I want to take it and how am I gonna do it. I'm a like a little girl to which was given its favorite candy; that by the way it is chocolate. X) I will publish it in Spanish, - duh! Let's see how it will be received because I suspect that the genre that I'm using is not very common in Spanish or at least I still haven't seen a book written originally in Spanish.

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 23:26:56 GMT

You Are Mostly Virtuous

You are a good person, or at least as good as you can be.
You try to do the right thing, and you have ended up with many virtues.

While you are virtuous, you aren't a saint.
There's definitely a bit of devilishness deep in your heart!

Where You Are Virtuous

You have the virtue of Moderation. You don't do anything at excess, and you avoid extremes

You have the virtue of Temperance. You don't eat or drink excessively.

You have the virtue of Silence. You avoid frivolous conversation, and you use your words carefully.

Where You Are Not Virtuous

You lack the virtue of Chastity. You aren't guarded when it comes to intimacy.

You lack the virtue of Humility. You tend to annoy people with your bragging.

You lack the virtue of Order. Many aspects of your life are chaotic and a total mess.

Are You Virtuous?

Aparentemente las cosas no van muy bien...

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 22:00:01 GMT

No con mi vida. ;P Sino con las series televisivas debido al paro de los escritores. Hasta ahora esta son las series que pueden ser que no tengan una próxima temporada por un tiempo indefinido o hasta que se solucione el problema.

1.Heroes Su último episodio fue el 3 de diciembre; el cual dejo a los seguidores -como siempre- con más problemas y dilemas que cuando comenzó.

2.Desperate Housewives La temporada de esta serie terminó el 6 de enero.

3.The Office Uf, y de esta ni se diga que terminó para el 15 de noviembre.

4.Gossip Girl Sip, también esta que terminó ayer.

5Two and a Half Men Es una pena, porque al menos yo encontraba que era una muy buena comedia, de las pocas que se estan produciendo actualmente. Su último episodio fue el 19 de noviembre.

6.Pushing Daisies Quería verla pero nunca logré hacerlo. *sighs* La última vez que se vió fue el 12 de diciembre.

7.Private Practice En diciembre 5 fue que terminó la temporada.

8.How I Met Your Mother También tuve mucho interés en verla pero tampoco logré hacerlo.

9.Bionic Woman Ultimo episodio de temporada, noviembre 28.

10.Big Bang Theory y...

11. Women's Murder Club

Pero, como todo, hay que esperar a ver que sucede.

¿Qué tan triste puede estar uno...

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 15:36:06 GMT

...cómo para ver la puesta del sol cuarenta y tres veces?

Esto definitivamente no es mío -ya quisiera yo, ;p. Es de Antoine de Saint-Exupery. A ver si lo reconocen.

¡Ah, pequeño príncipe! Así, poco a poco, fui comprendiendo tu sosegada vida melancólica. Durante mucho tiempo, tu única distracción se había reducido a la suavidad de las puestas del sol. Me enteré de este nuevo detalle el cuarto día por la mañana, cuando me dijiste:

-Me gustan las puestas del sol. Vamos a ver una puesta de sol...

-Pero tenemos que esperar...

-¿Esperar a qué?

-Esperar a que se ponga el sol.

Al principio pareciste muy sorprendido y luego te reíste de ti mismo. Y me dijiste:

-¡Siempre me creo en mi tierra!

En efecto. Cuando es mediodía en Estados Unidos, el sol, como todo el mundo sabe, se pone en Francia. Bastaría poder ir a Francia en un minuto para asistir a la puesta del sol. Por desgracia, Francia queda muy lejos. Pero a ti, en tu pequeño planeta, te bastaba correr tu silla unos pasos. y mirabas el crespúsculo siempre que te aptecía...

-¡Un día vi ponerse el sol cuarenta y tres veces!

Y un poco más tarde añadías:

-Sabes... cuando uno se encuentra tan triste, gustan las puestas del sol...

-¿Tan triste estabas el día de las cuarenta y tres veces?

Pero el principito no respondió.

Y yo, en estos momentos, quisiera ver la puesta del sol cuarenta y tres veces.

Yo sé que esto es un sacrilegio pero...

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 14:57:21 GMT

tengo que postearlo. LOL!

Esto se lo mandaron a mi esposo en su cuenta de facebook. Es una carta de los tres reyes magos.

Amiguito boricua:

Te escribimos los Tres Reyes Magos. Por lo general eres tú quien nos dejas cartas en la víspera de nuestra celebración, pidiendo como siempre en el último momento, los regalos que deseabas que el gordo pendejo de Santa Claus te trajera pero que no aparecieron a la mañana siguiente. Esos somos nosotros, las jodias sobras, los reyes de los accesorios.

A Santa le pides la muñeca, y a nosotros su ropa. Y otra cosa: te sabes al menos el nombre de uno de los venados de Santa (apuesto que "Rudolph"), pero jamás has presentado interés en conocer el nombre de nuestros camellos (por si acaso: Tony, Paquito y Noel).
Pero, como sea, venimos a traerte juguetes y regalos con mucho amor. A cambio, nos dejas tres pendejas cajas de hierba. ¿Carajo.... Acaso no crees que los camellos pueden comer directamente de tu patio? Todos están obsesionados con alimentar a los jodios camellos, y nosotros, los Reyes, que nos jodamos. Tenemos que comernos las sobras que dejaron de la fiesta de vísperas. Al gordo culón y barrigón les dejan galletas y, nosotros, para que nos marquen de tercermundistas, nos dejan la mierda de hierba esa. Cuando pasan las tres de la madrugada, nos pica duro el hambre y empezamos a comernos la jodia hierba de los camellos. Lo que queremos pedirte es que, aunque sea, nos dejes la hierba en un plato.

Si humillante es comer grama, peor es hacerlo de una caja de zapatos, carajo.

Pero, ese no es el motivo de esta carta. Queremos advertirte que no podremos visitarte el próximo año porque estamos en prisión. El problema ocurrió en el aeropuerto. Sabes que no tenemos trineo ni venados voladores, sino tres viejos camellos cuyos nombres espero hayas aprendido. Los camellos viajan por barco y nosotros por avión. Esta vez llegamos con bastante antelación, pues todos los años es un jodio pugilato bregar con aduana, y como no entendíamos el jodio horario de vacaciones del gobierno, pues nos presentamos con bastante tiempo. Pero no pudimos abandonar el cabrón aeropuerto.

Desde hace unos años, se nos ha hecho la cosa dura para nosotros los árabes. El Incienso nos lo confiscaron, el Oro se lo robaron mientras Baltasar echaba una meaita en el baño del terminal, y con la Mirra perdimos como dos horas explicando que carajo era, porque ni siquiera nosotros estamos seguros.

El problema empezó con Melchor. Por que, mira, si es duro ser árabe, imagínate ser árabe y negro. Cada vez que entra en una tienda lo miran como si fuese a robarse algo, y después explotar el sitio en pedazos.

Menos mal que aquí no hay prejuicios. Trataremos de no desviarnos. El asunto es que detienen a Melchor para preguntarle pendejases como , por ejemplo, si viaja solo o acompañado.

-"Viajo solo".

-"Es que da la casualidad que estos dos tipos compran en la misma tienda de ropa que yo" contestó muy chistoso el pendejo.

Intervenimos diciendo que éramos amigos. Entonces le preguntaron a Melchor por nuestros nombres, y el muy cabrón nos confundió. Hasta él enreda cuál es Gaspar y cuál es Baltasar. Entonces Melchor comienza su discurso de que seguramente Santa no pasa estos problemas, que claro, es gringo y blanco, ya sabes, toda una jodia letanía. No debimos dejarle comprar aquella botella de licor en el "duty free".

Pero fue Gaspar quien metió la pata. El quiso demostrar que Representábamos el espíritu de la Navidad , y decidió cantar un tema navideño local para animar a todos los presentes. Pudo haber cantado la del lechón que muere de repente, sobre la botellita que no tiene tapita, o la jodia paloma para subir a su nido. Pero no. El muy cabrón de pronto grita:
"¡Bomba!"

Y aqui fue donde se jodio la cosa.....

Se formó un crical de tal magnitud que tal parecía que habían anunciado un posible paro de gasolina. Todo el mundo se puso a correr histérico. Dieron un anuncio y cerraron el aeropuerto. Nos hicieron una inspección completa, bien completa y dolorosa. Hasta dentro del culo nos chequearon. Entonces me encontraron unas frutas que no había reportado a agricultura y yo tambien me jodí. Eso nos pasa puñeta por culpa de ustedes que no nos dejan algo decente para comer. Ahora estamos bien jodios en la cárcel. Espero que comprendas. Otro año será!.

Felicidades!,

Los tres Reyes Magos

PD. Envíanos algo decente de comer a la cárcel. Ah... y no te preocupes por la hierba. Aqui hay con cojones.

Perdonen si tiene Horrores gramaticales pero ando con un poquito de prisa. ;p
Qué todos tengan un Feliz Día de Reyes.

Feliz Día de Reyes

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 12:32:40 GMT

If anyone is interested here is a link where it explains scientifically what did the Magi saw in the sky that led them to Jerusalem. I love everything that deals with stars.

Aquí, en el mar insomne, cual mi anhelo

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 16:20:48 GMT

Busco la paz, mi sueño busco en vano.

Bueno, el miércoles pasado me hice un año más viejita. Ese día, -fue gracioso- mis dos hijas estaban empeñadas en que había que comprarme un pastel -y yo no podía saberlo. X ) Mi marido salió con ellas y yo tuve que hacerme la que no sabía nada para luego hacerme la sorprendida cuando la mayorcita me traía el pastel con una vela encendida junto a su hermanita. Ambas tenían una enorme sonrisa, convencidas de que me habían sorprendido.

A uno se le transforma la perspectiva de la vida cuando se convierte en madre.

Lo pasé de lo más tranquila junto a mis familiares más allegados.

English: Well, last Wednesday, I became one year older. That day -it was funny- my two daughters were very persistent on the idea of buying me a cake -and I had to pretend that I didn't know about it. X ) My husband went to buy one with them and I kept pretending. I did a pretty good job at being surprised when the two of them came to me with a cake and a candle on it; both had a big smile, convinced that they had surprised me.

The perspective on life changes when you become a mother. :)

Overall, I had a good time with my family. It was a special day, indeed.

Stay with me

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 15:38:21 GMT

Stay with me, Lord, for it is necessary to have You present so that I do not forget You. You know how easily I abandon You.

Stay with me, Lord, because I am weak and I need Your strength, that I may not fall so often.

Stay with me, Lord, for You are my life, and without You, I am without fervor.

Stay with me, Lord, for You are my light, and without You, I am in darkness.

Stay with me, Lord, to show me Your will.

Stay with me, Lord, so that I hear Your voice and follow You.

Stay with me, Lord, for I desire to love You very much, and always be in Your company.

Stay with me, Lord, if You wish me to be faithful to You.

Stay with me, Lord, for as poor as my soul is, I wish it to be a place of consolation for You, a nest of Love.

Stay with me, Jesus, for it is getting late and the day is coming to a close, and life passes, death, judgement, eternity approaches. It is necessary to renew my strength, so that I will not stop along the way and for that, I need You. It is getting late and death approaches. I fear the darkness, the temptations, the dryness, the cross, the sorrows. O how I need You, my Jesus, in this night of exile!

Stay with me tonight, Jesus, in life with all its dangers, I need You.

Let me recognize You as Your disciples did at the breaking of bread, so that the Eucharistic Communion be the light which disperses the darkness, the force which sustains me, the unique joy of my heart.

Stay with me, Lord, because at the hour of my death, I want to remain united to You, if not by Communion, at least by grace and love.

Stay with me, Jesus, I do not ask for divine consolation, because I do not merit it, but, the gift of Your Presence, oh yes, I ask this of You!

Stay with me, Lord, for it is You alone I look for. Your Love, Your Grace, Your Will, Your Heart, Your Spirit, because I love You and ask no other reward but to love You more and more.

With a firm love, I will love You with all my heart while on earth and continue to love You perfectly during all eternity.

Amen

Me fui perdiendo átomo por átomo de mi carne

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 15:47:57 GMT

y fui resbalándome poco a poco al alma

Mi querida y0misma pidió de regalito un dibujo que al menos tuviese una sonrisa. Yo quería hacerle uno pero no he tenido mucho tiempo. Por lo que busqué uno que tenía archivado y son dos caritas con sonrisas. X ) Espero te guste.

Luke Skywalker y Mara Jade. Es sencillo, pero te lo envio con mucho cariño. :)

"hugs"

Let's see how far we've come

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 21:55:31 GMT

Can you tell me what was really special about me all this time?

We leave one year behind and we are entering another. Mmmm; let's see. I wish I could say this past year was meaningful, that I fulfilled many of my goals, but, hell, I didn't. I was supposed to resume my studies and find a full time job instead I decided to take care of my nephew. He's only one year old and we [and in we I mean my sis and I] don't want to leave him in a daycare yet. So, we had to put off for another year the idea of buying a house of our own. Please, don't think that my sis is a selfish person; far from that. She specifically asked me if I could do this and I accepted; it was my decision and mine alone. Nobody put a gun at my head and made me do it. I couldn't stand the idea of my little nephew in a daycare.

Here I am, beginning a new year jobless, with my unfinished studies and living in a rented house.

But at least I'm still married -and if you read my post on December 29, you'll know why it's a miracle in itself. My two daughters are healthy and growing beautiful each day. My husband adores me and still finds me sexy and pretty, something I doubt very much. ;p

Did I make a plan for next year? I sure as hell did!

Number one priority: Finish my book. Oh, yeah!

Number two priority: Study a short term career, like an associate degree.

And number three priority, as soon as my nephew goes to a day care -my sis is planing to put him in one when he's two year old this may- I'll hunt down for a job.

I guess this is what it means to live a real and ordinary life. :) And for all my friends in my f-list:

Always remember... when life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt, and call me over!

Good friends are like stars... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.

Whenever God closes one door he always opens another, even though sometimes it's hell in the hallway.

I would rather have one rose and a kind word from a friend while I'm here than a whole truck load when I'm gone.

God bless all of you and -deep from my heart- that all your dreams and wishes come true this new year. Love you all!!!!

*hugs and kisses*

Que en mi manda mi solo corazón

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 23:28:24 GMT

mi solo pensamiento, quien manda en mi soy yo.

Me fascina este comercial. Sí, le estoy dando promoción de gratis a Clorox, pero es que esta tan bien producido y la música es contagiosa. Adoro todo lo que es fantasía.

Mi hija, Mara, está enamorada de este; ella lo ve y lo vuelve a ver. :) El de los piratas también está bello por si le quieren dar una chequeadita.

Happy Birthday hazy_crazy

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 15:29:19 GMT

This one is for a very special girl or should I say, young woman. LOL!

Here you have the Spanish version of happy birthday -I remembered that you once said that you love that language.

*hugs*

My Monday Bitchiness.

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 14:21:54 GMT

My answers for the community mondaysabitch

1.You are sent to live your life in a fairytale land. What is the name of this land far far away?
Coruscant.

2.Considering your personality, what standard fairytale persona would you be?
A quiet, unnoticeable jedi knight but with a very weird sense of humor and cool hairdos.

3.What or who would be your nemesis?
All the authors that messed up the SW story line in the Extended Universe.

4.What is the moral to your tale?
The Force will be with us, always.

5.Describe what would be your happily ever after?
That George Lucas allows all the SW fans to rewrite the whole mess and have another ending but of course with Mara Jade and Winter -the only coolest characters that came out of these disturbances from the Force aka all the stupid books of the Extended Universe.

Will Smith is the man!

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 13:53:59 GMT

Did I ever tell how much I love him? Since he began to rap 'Parents, they just don't understand', I've been in love with him. And right now I'm partying, his last movie broke a record. Ya-ay, yo! You can check it here

There isn't a movie of him that I haven't watched and I never missed one episode of Fresh Prince. I'm dying to see the movie. It's the kind that you got to see at the movie theater. ;p

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 02:22:34 GMT

Extraños sucesos están ocurriendo por este lugar. Muy sospechosos; espero no tengan que ver con la nueva compañía que adquirió al Livejournal. Y yo que creí que aquí estaría libre de esas cosas...

En esta esquina tenemos a Philip Pullman...

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 18:08:38 GMT

Y en esta otra a C.S. Lewis.

Si acaso no lo saben o si no se han dado una vueltita por mi profile, soy católica. Pero de esas muy extrañas y peculiares. Bueno, de verás no sé si llamarme católica, pues hay varias cosas con las que no estoy de acuerdo con la Iglesia. Pero eso lo dejaré para otro momento, es otra cosa lo que en realidad me preocupa.

En los próximos días comenzará una película en los cines norteamericanos; The Golden Compass. Está basada en la trilogía; His Dark Materials escrita por Philip Pullman. Este caballero es un ateo declarado y su msión en este mundo, según él, es acabar con la idea de la existencia de un Dios.

En el último libro él nos presenta un Dios como un anciano senil que sólo quiere dominar el mundo y la protagonista de la historia termina matándolo.

[The Mail on Sunday, 27 January 2002, p.63]

In the week that a children’s writer who claims God is dead and the Church is wicked wins a prestigious literary prize…

This is the most dangerous author in Britain.

Philip Pullman is being hailed as the new C. S. Lewis after being awarded the Whitbread Book of the Year prize for his latest novel aimed at children: The Amber Spyglass. The judges described it as visionary, but PETER HITCHENS reveals that the author appears to have his own sinister agenda…

The atheists have driven God out of the classroom and off the TV and the radio, and done a pretty good job of expelling him from the churches as well. But one stubborn and important pocket of Christianity survives, in the Narnia stories of C. S. Lewis. Now here comes an opportunity to dethrone him and supplant his books with others which proclaim the death of God to the young.

If you are wondering why the children's author Philip Pullman has collected a major prize and why such a huge fuss is being made of him, now you know. He is the anti-Lewis, the one the atheists would have been praying for, if atheists prayed.

Children instinctively like Lewis's enthralling stories and often do not even notice their religious message, though it frequently goes deep into their minds and emerges later. How infuriating this is for liberal but literate parents, the sort of people who work for the BBC and want all the advantages of a Christian culture without the tiresome bother of having to worship a God they think they are too smart to believe in. Spotting this trend, Lewis's publishers last year toyed with producing 'sequels' without any Christian references, but retreated under a barrage of thunderbolts from Lewis supporters.

Until now, liberal, atheist parents have had to buy the Narnia books, reading them out loud to their young between clenched teeth, hoping the messages of faith, forgiveness, grace and resurrection do not get through. Now at last they have an alternative and an antidote, the supposedly brilliant Pullman, who - according to the reviewers - is a new Lewis and a new Chekhov rolled into one.

Of his three famous children's books, the first two, Northern Lights and The Subtle Knife, are captivating and clever, but the third, which took the Whitbread prize, is a disappointing clunker with some gruesome and needlessly nasty scenes. This is probably because The Amber Spyglass - in which God dies - is too loaded down with propaganda to leave enough room for the story. None of the trilogy is a patch on any of the Narnia chronicles. You can't help wondering if the praise and the prizes, handed out by reliable, liberal establishment sorts such as Channel 4 News's Jon Snow, are because of Pullman's views as much as his writing. For Pullman has said: 'I hate the Narnia books, and I hate them with deep and bitter passion, with their view of childhood as a golden age from which sexuality and adulthood are a falling-away.'

He knows perfectly well what he is doing. He openly and rightly believes storytelling can be a form of moral propaganda: 'All stories teach, whether the storyteller intends them to or not. They teach the world we create. They teach the morality we live by. They teach it much more effectively than moral precepts and instructions... We don't need lists of rights and wrongs, tables of do's and don'ts: we need books, time and silence. "Thou shalt not" is soon forgotten.'
Pullman has said many times that he thinks God is dead. Since he cannot know if this is true, it raises the question of whether he also hopes that God is dead.

He told an Oxford literary conference in August 2000: 'We're used to the Kingdom of Heaven; but you can tell from the genera thrust of the book that I'm of the devil's party, like Milton. And I think it's time we thought about a republic of Heaven instead of the Kingdom of Heaven. The King is dead. That's to say I believe the King is dead. I'm an atheist. But we need Heaven nonetheless, we need all the things that Heaven meant, we need joy, we need a sense of meaning and purpose in our lives, we need a connection with the universe, we need all the things the Kingdom of Heaven used to promise us but failed to deliver.'

None of this makes sense. If there is no God, then who makes the rules of the supernatural world which Pullman creates, in which people have visible souls called daemons; magic knives cut holes between the worlds and spectres devour life? How is it that the dead live on in a ghastly underworld of unending misery and torment, yet there is no Heaven?

In his worlds, the Church is wicked, cruel and child-hating; priests are sinister, murderous or drunk. Political correctness creeps in leadenly. There is a brave African king and a pair of apparently homosexual angels. The one religious character who turns out to be benevolent is that liberal favourite, an ex-nun who has renounced her vows and lost her faith. Even so, she sets out on a perilous journey when ordered to do so by angels, who speak to her through a computer.
Pullman, like Lewis, lives in Oxford, though a long way from the outlying suburb where the creator of Namia once dwelt and is now buried. A good thing, probably. The sound of Lewis chuckling from his grave at the idea of angels speaking to a renegade nun through a computer might get on Pullman's nerves.

Yo en realidad no pido un boicot pero tampoco podía quedarme de brazos cruzados. Creo mucho en el libre albedrío y quien la quiera ver pues que lo haga -y esto lo digo de buena fe. Yo sé que hay muchas personas que no creen en Dios o que Dios es algo aparte y que nada tiene que ver con sus vidas. Pero estos libros y la idea que Pullman quiere traer es difícil para mi aceptarlo. En lo personal, soy alguien que creo mucho en la inocencia de la niñez, de la ilusión de creer en lo imposible, la fantasía, en unicornios, princesas y sirenas. Yo transfiguro esa lucha eterna entre el bien y el mal de todas las historias de fantasía a nuestro diario vivir. Ejemplos de esas historias que amo y con las que me identifico son Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, Neverending Story... Si seguimos su ejemplo, ¿quién me puede asegurar que no estamos acabando con todo esto? Seamos igual de crueles y digamosle a los niños que no existen los Tres Reyes Magos, que el ratón o la hada de los dientes no les deja el dinero bajo su almohada. Y de una vez también le ordenamos a dejar de soñar y a no leer cuentos de hadas.

Ahora pongamos todo patas arriba, Luke en realidad no ayudó a su padre, Anakin, sino que le alejó del bien, según Pullman. Qué Frodo y Sam no debieron haber entregado el anillo, todo lo contrario, debieron haberse quedado con él, de acuerdo a este señor. Y que Peter, Susan, Edmund y Lucy en realidad ayudaron al mal a ganar y no el bien, como ellos creían si nos dejamos llevar por este autor.

Es mi parecer que este autor quiere acabar con todo esto al decir que quiere ir en contra de C.S. Lewis -y que conste que Lewis era un gran amigo de Tolkien y compartían las mismas ideas. Como muy bien Pullman ha mencionado en muchas de sus entrevistas, 'yo estoy haciendo el trabajo del demonio.' ¿Se supone que lo debamos aplaudir y palmearle la espalda por ello? Discúlpenme, pero yo no lo haré. ¿No estás de acuerdo con algunas religiones? Hay manera de hacerlo, cómo se atrevió hacerlo Dan Brown con El Código de Da vinci. ¿Qué tal si escribo una historia sobre como matamos a Buda porque no creo en el budismo? ¿O qué tal si lo hacemos con Allah porque no acepto las ideas de los musulmanes?

Si les soy sincera, el hombre me da pena. Me pregunto que habrá sucedido en el trancurso de su vida para llevarlo a escribir algo así y opinar que los libros de C.S. Lewis son una perdida de tiempo, libros que le enseñan a los niños que la lealtad, el valor, la misericordia y la honradez son valores necesarios, muy en especial en estos días que cada vez parecemos estar dando marcha atrás. Me preocupa mucho esto y hasta me asusta un poco... Si Pullman pudo salirse con las suyas -hasta un premio recibió por el último libro de la trilogía- ¿quiénes también lo harán en un futuro cercano?

Hurry, my dream is dying...

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 16:00:44 GMT

And is asking for my soul.

Lately, I've been neglecting not only my journal but my fics also. It's been months -not one or two months, more like six or five months- that I haven't made an update. I know some of my readers come and visit me here from time to time; accept my apologies. Please, don't wait for an update sooner either. I'm aware that I deserve all the damnation and fires from hell for doing this to you.

Thank you, mediocrechick for taking of your time to beta my last chapters. Don't think me ungrateful, quite the contrary. However, I won't be able to continue writing 'God Amomg Insects II'.

Before you worry unnecessarily, I'm alright. It's just that I decided, at last, to write my story and try to publish it. I feel I have reached a time in my life that I can't no longer avoid my dreams and goals. If I don't do it now and keep postponing, I will never do it. All these past weeks I've been making a draft with ideas of what I want to do and where I want the story to go, besides taking care of my daughters and my nephew.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to take the plunge and see what happens. You'll never know if you don't try it. So, here I go, as an old song said, 'with a pocket full of hopes'.

Cuentan que hace mucho...

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 04:33:15 GMT

Mucho tiempo en el reino subterráneo donde no existe la mentira ni el dolor...

¡Al fin! Al fin la he visto y me ha dejado fascinada la película. El Laberinto del Fauno. Ay, lo sé, un siglo más tarde pero cuando se tienen dos niñas no se tiene mucho tiempo para esas cosas. De verás, me encantó un montón, muy en especial que fuera en mi idioma principal. No sé que es, pero el hecho de poder escuchar una película en español, me emociona. Creo que es que me da la sensación de que en vez de leer un libro, estoy escuchando que alguien me lo narra. LOL!

Amo a Ofelia y Mercedes. Pero la mamá de Ofelia; me dio tanta rabia que se vendiera al imbécil. Yo sé que las cosas no son fáciles cuando eres viuda y con una hija. Yo le he vivido en carne propia. Mi mamá enviudó muy joven, sólo tenía treinta y cinco años y yo quince años. Somos cinco hermanos. Y te digo, los hombres se aprovechan de que eres una mujer sola para pisotearte y humillarte. Pero aprendí algo; nunca me dejo pisotear por nadie, hombre o mujer. Tal vez pensaba en su hija, pero lo que hizo fue entrar al infierno al irse a vivir con ese hombre.

Me he identificado tanto con el personaje de Mercedes. Yo debería de aprender de ella y guardar un cuchillo en mi ropa.;P No saben como le gocé cuando le corta la cara y antes de eso ella le dice, algo como que 'por eso pude hacerlo porque soy mujer.' Que mala costumbre la de los hombres de dormirse en las pascuas y pensar 'ah, ella no va a hacer nada, es sólo una mujer.' Duérmete en esa, papito.

Y Ofelia, esa cabeza inocente llena de tantas fantasía. 'sighs' Me recuerda a mi a esa edad. Ejem... A esta edad también. Siempre cargando con sus libros de cuentos de hadas. Es que es tan fácil perderse en el mundo de los sueños y las ilusiones.

Durante el trancurso de la película, dudé del fauno. Ah, pero me alegró saber que siempre le fue fiel a Ofelia. Y ¡ay! las haditas que mueren por su culpa. Me ha dado tanta furia como intentaron advertirle a Ofelia y ella sólo se limitaba a sacudirlas, mirando con ojos golosos la comida que se le era prohibido comer. Horrible el monstruo que las devora. ¡Uy! Definitivamente no era una película para mis niñas.

Pero, en serio, la trama estuvo fenomenal. Todo el tiempo me mantuve al bordo de mi silla. Y los efectos epeciales, ni se digan. Le doy, a lo Rupert and Ebert, 'two thumbs up' dos pulgares arriba. La recomiendo.

And here goes another one

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 13:53:13 GMT

This is for the community mondaysabitch

I couldn't resist answering these questions. LOL!

1. If you had to go back in time and give advice to the first humans that walked the Earth, what would you tell them?

Oh, Eve do take the apple and give some to Adam. XD

2. If you could have one part of your body massaged every day, which would you choose?

My shoulders. I always get tense in that particular area and then it runs to my neck and head.

3. Are there any smells that make you feel instantly nostalgic? If so, what are they?

Baby oil; it reminds me of my daughters when they were babies. Does anybody know of a little contraption to make them go back to be babies again? *sighs*

4. If the choice for the legal age of consent in your country was up to you, which age would you deem appropriate?

Twenty one; old enough to be mature and to make the right choices.

5. If you could have known one of your current friends as a child, who would you pick?

My husband. I'm sure we would had a heck of a time together. We both are crazy about the same things. And I mean as in real crazy. We even ship the same fandom. :)

Because life is sometime boring

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:45:40 GMT

But only sometimes

This a meme from hazy_crazy that is long overdue. So, without further ado.

1. What is your favourite thing about living in Puerto Rico?

Beside it being a very beautiful island:

The people are very festive. We always find something to celebrate for. We take out a guitar, a güiro and a pair of maracas and we're already dancing and having a great party. :)We are so festive, that we invented the octavitas to extend the holidays. Easily, we could celebrate Christmas until January 15. ;p

2. What is your favourite animal, and what do you like about it?

The tiger, I find it to be a very graceful animal. I especially love white tigers. They're magnificent. Let's not talk about how similar I'm with tigers. I'm very nice, but do not threaten me because I could bite your head off. X)

3. If you could travel in a time machine, which historic event would you like to visit, and why?

That is so difficult. I love history. But, let's see... I would love to travel in time and see General Custer Last Stand. Even though it was short lived, it must have felt good for the Native Americans to have that victory. And after all the cruelty the man committed, he deserved it.

4. Why do you ship Rogue/Pyro, and what drew you to the ship in the first place?

Since I began reading X-men, I loved Rogue's character. There was something about her cockiness and how she approached things that drew me to her. Casually, i began to read the comics when she left the Brotherhood to join the X-men. You have no idea for how long I was expecting to see X-men the movie. But it disappointed me for pairing Rogue with Bobby. I wanted her to be with Remy. While I was reading this girl in ff.net that like to write romy fics, I found this Burn by Katjen and it left me breathless. Afterwards, I was thinking of all the possibilities and how good he was for Rogue and not that stupid Bobby. I went checking for fics with the two of them and I was surprised to find there was a considerably collection in ff.net. and one thing led to another. ;p

5. I'm gonna ask everybody this: Who would you turn gay for?

Okay, let me get this straight, as in Who I would turn lesbian for? No one in particular. Really! B) I try to envision myself with someone and I can't. But I would love to be some of them, like Kirsten Dunst and Natalie Portman. They are both very feminine and talented.

Christmas is near...

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 00:54:38 GMT

It means I can eat all the arroz con dulce, pasteles, tembleque that I want

That's why I love Christmas in Puerto Rico, among other things of course. If someone is interested in how to make pasteles here is a link. My great grandmother used to made them and I still can't find any that taste as good as hers. *sighs*

There is also coquito, our local eggnog. It's very delicious, you should check it out here. I truly encourage you to try it. B)

This year I'll try to make coquito. Let me see how it turns out.

Standing towards the South...

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 19:06:53 GMT

I try to find Chile

A few minutes ago I found out that Chile has been shaken by very strong earthaquakes and several families are homeless - according to what I read, like 15,000 people. Immediately I thought about y0misma and asked myself if she's alright. I hope she is.

Changing the subject - a little abrupt, if you ask me-, tonight I'll make a post on several activities which I have attended in this week. We're celebrating the 'puertorican' week in our schools; next Monday is a national holiday, the discovery of Puerto Rico. Ah, I know! In fact, the first to discover our 'Isla' were the Native Americans - let me see, if my memory does not fail me, - it was the Archaic.

In addition, we Puerto Rican cannot wait for December to celebrate Christmas and I went yesterday to my husband's workplace to what they call el encendido navideño. They have the whole University covered in Christmas decoration and we went from school to school -or department to department, singing our carols waiting for them to turn on the lights. My two daughters enjoyed it very much. And me, well, I can't deny it, I can't wait for the holidays to begin. *grins*

De pie en dirección al sur...

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:45:09 GMT

Intenta mirar hacia Chile

Acabo de enterarme que Chile ha sido sacudido por unos temblores muy fuertes y varias familias se han quedado sin hogares -según lo que leí, como 15,000 personas. Inmediatamente he pensado en y0misma y me he preguntado si se encuentra bien. Espero estes bien amiguita. Y si necesitarás de algo, no dudes en pedirlo. Para eso estamos aquí. ♥

Y en otros temas, veré si hoy en la noche hago una entradita sobre varias actividades a las que he asistido en esta semana. En nuestras escuelas se está celebrando la semana de la puertorriqueñidad; el lunes 19 de noviembre celebramos el descubrimeinto de Puerto Rico. ¡Ah, lo sé! En realidad los primeros en descubrir nuestra Isla fueron los nativos americanos -a ver, si la memoria no me falla,- arcaicos.

Además, nosotros los puertorriqueños no podemos esperar a que sea diciembre y en el trabajo de mi esposito ya hicieron el encendido de Navidad. No puedo negarlo, yo soy otra que no puedo esperar. *grins*

Did Peter go to Atlantis looking for Bowie?

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 14:12:04 GMT

Well, last night Heroes' episode was very enlightening. It answered many questions that had been bugging me since the beggining of this season. Aaaand, please, paire shippers don't hate me for this, but I love the idea of Peter with Elle. I'm aware of my disturbing choices of pairings; they are always dysfunctional. Opposites attracts each other and all that stuff about that someone waking up the good in that lost person. Hopeless romantic that I am.

Now, if the Irish girl disappears from the view forever, that would make me very happy. *sighs* There is something about her that I dislike just like Simone. She's not the one for Peter. No sir.

I also saw Atlantis SquarePantis with my two daughters, before Heroes, and just this morning, after seeing an ad of the release of the DVD, did I learn that David Bowie featured in it, -at least his voice, heh! I wonder if he voiced the King of Atlantis, it was a strange creature that reminded me of the Beatles' movie Yellow Submarine. The king had one blue eye and the other was green. I've been trying to look for more information on the movie but I haven't found much on it.