Monday, 21 May 2012

BLAME IT ON JEREMY RENNER

Jeremy Renner for GQ Magazine
I swear, hand on keyboard (when your life revolves around a computer it kind of gains a sacred status in your life) I’ve been trying to sit down and write something real serious and thought provoking for my next post, but, you guys, I got nothing. And it’s not like I can’t do it anymore, or I’ve suddenly run out of topics to write about , but in all honesty it’s writer’s block by means of distraction. That distraction is none other than Jeremy Renner. And his attributes, I’m ashamed to admit.

I can’t get Jeremy Renner out of my head. I’ve tried, but it’s bigger than me, and I don’t know what to do. I’m utterly obsessed with the guy. While I was trying to write a piece on an issue I have a lot of thoughts about, I couldn’t find the way to express myself without wondering off looking for movies where Renner has appeared.  And my piece? Still got nothing.

Like most things, my fixation for the actor who most recently portrayed Hawkeye, wasn’t planned, it just happened over this past weekend. OK, so maybe it kinda had to do with the fact that I had a dream and he just so happened to be in it. My dreams never really make sense, but I just remember that there was a bonfire and a whole other people I don’t know and we would always end up sitting next to each other and he was so cute and everything, and that’s how obsessions are born I guess.

So, I decided maybe I should write about it and sort of get it out of my system, even if it’s by dedicating a post to my most recent obsession. This guy is everywhere, I mean, The Avengers are everywhere you turn right now, but all of a sudden everyone is like “OMG! HAWKEYE!! MORE LIKE HOT GUY!!!” I get it, he is really adorable, an accomplished actor, and there’s even a facebook page dedicated to his cute butt. Yeah, I checked that out. Also, he can wear the hell out of a pair of jeans, I mean is he for real? And he has this beautiful blue eyes and a crooked smile, and he can go from looking like nice guy to a badass all the while being gorgeous. I can't wait for the Bourne movie of him goes out, I just can't, it's taking too long. I'll Iave to make do with everything else he has done before that I haven't seen yet.

The good news is, I feel comfortable knowing that I’m not alone and there is a lot of fangirl going on around Jeremy’s celebrity, and that’s a relief in itself. These days, having an infatuation over anything is like gazillion times more awesome because now we have tumblr. Tumblr! Best idea ever. I only have to type in whatever floats my boat and bam, there it is, in all its splendor, everything the net has to offer concerning my interest. Of course, this means getting addicted to clicking the “Load more posts” button and do much nothing else, except for going “Ooh!” and “Aah!” and “Aaw!”  for hours and hours on end. Literally, it is dangerous. I don’t have any vices like smoking or drinking (except for Coke), and I can definitely find myself hooked on pure visuals of current fascinations.

I know I will get over this, because I’ve already lost count of so many obsessions I’ve had throughout my life, so this is (I hope) nothing, and I’ll be able to write about more important stuff real soon. Stuff like, I don’t know, something that happened somewhere, like, uhmm, you know, where there’s stuff really important, and everyone is talking about… ooh, looking good, Jeremy. Looking good.

From The Avengers movie

Friday, 18 May 2012

GIRLS BE TRIPPIN'



I don’t like stating the obvious here, but, the media has set us to believe that skinny girls are the most attractive of all. Sure, some of those models look really good on the magazines, but the reality is that those girls aren’t even real, at all. Fortunately, these days curves are being more celebrated than in the past years and I think it’s about time, but it’s not nearly enough.

Okay, I gotta come clean here. I’m 5’ 5 and 106 lbs. ‘Then, what the hell are you talking about?’ you might ask. Well, for starters, as women we should all embrace our bodies and make our best features work. 

However loaded with truth, that phrase that sounds like the slogan of a reality show to help women boost their self- esteem through a series of tips and life changing lessons, isn’t exactly what led me to write this post today. The other day, I went to the store across the street from work to buy a mid- morning snack. So I grabbed a Coke and a couple of chocolate cupcakes to spoil myself silly and headed towards the bipolar store owner to pay for my delicacies. As I waited for my turn and shoved my treats on the counter a girl next to me (she was also thin and as far as I could tell she was attractive, mind you) huffed at me, and when I turned around I realized she had a Diet Coke and a healthy bar in her hands. As far as I could tell, she was annoyed by my purchases, because she was glaring at them and at me. I don’t know, it just strikes me as odd that a person who doesn’t know me would judge me for not caring about what I eat. If I don’t, why should anyone else?

You see, I can basically eat anything I want and I won’t get fat, because (as I recently learned) I have a medical condition that makes my metabolism be super duper faster than it should regularly be. Yay! for me, right? Not so much, because that also restricts me from eating a lot of other goodies I so much used to enjoy, but that can upset my tummy and maybe even cause embarrassing moments if in public. But the girl from the store doesn’t know this. Why would she do that? If anything she could’ve thought to herself “Ha! Good luck trying to get rid of that from your hips!” I mean, it’s also mean but at least she would turn that into my problem, not hers.

Anyway, I decided to write down a list of reasons why women shouldn’t hate us skinny girls, because for some of us, it isn’t really all that fun and here’s why:

-I have no curves. I have a waist, but that doesn’t mean I’m curvy, trust me, I have eyes and a mirror. So, essentially, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m a girly girl (sometimes I’m lazy, but still a girl), if I chose to do so, I could cut off my hair, forget to wear a bra, which only function in me is to sort of shape my itty bitty breasts, and I could easily be confused for a boy.

- Since I don’t really have any hips to speak off, I am less attractive to the opposite sex, as studies will show that something in their brains tell them that a curvier figure is healthier, thus more capable of childbearing (though this is not something they consciously think).

-Sometimes I could be distractedly wandering in a store and spot a cute dress or top that I just love and put up against my body and it looks it will fit me just fine so I decide to purchase. Too late do I realize it’s from the kids section of the store and I’m walking around town with the same outfit some twelve year old must be wearing right now. And it’s a big possibility we might run into each other. I have to learn to look around me and check for tags before buying. And also, maybe I should rethink my wardrobe because apparently I look like a twelve year old.

- Bras. Just as hard to find as it is for big breasted women. This is for real, I’m not kidding here. I can’t wear strapless bras because I have zilch to hold it in place. Even with the straps on them I can’t lift my arms without it riding up.

- Can’t wear cleavage, the whole purpose of it is lost on me.

- Skinny jeans that will look skinny in me are hard to find. No matter how many times I put them in the washer in hopes they might tighten a bit.

- The colder months of the year are really bad, because I have no body insulation. Even on mildly chilly days I leave the house looking like I wrapped a polar bear around me, while everybody else will just opt for a light sweater.

- My mom thinks I’m always sick. That can get on my nerves from time to time, because of course, she’s a mom and she says she is always right. There’s no proving I am fine to her.

- Because of my tiny frame, guys think it is super easy to just pick me up from off the ground without consent, just to prove they can do it. Like lifting me is some sort of strength proof. How about proving you’re a gentleman, next time?

- I can’t drink a lot (not that I do it all the time), so I could be having a couple shots of tequila and then party like I just did a keg stand.

- If you compare my tummy area when I’m bloated to that of a thin 14 weeks pregnant woman, you will see there is not much of a difference.

- I get dirty looks from random women who think they have an idea of my food intake, whichever it is. Either they think I starve myself, so I’m sick, or if I happen to be inhaling a hamburger they see I eat with no regret and they can’t stand it. Either way, the hatred is latent, you guys.

- Also, among the lines of that last point, women think that hating skinny girls is justified. If I try to defend myself I will likely get the ‘Oh, you poor little skinny girl… ugh’ sarcastic look. So, now I say ‘whatevs’ while they wish me being run over by a bus.

There you have it, now. I hope this changes the perception of the rather thin girls and just stop the loathing, please! I’m a girl too, and I get the whole not being comfortable with my own body, but I also know that if I hate another girl by her looks it has more to do with me not loving me, and that just sounds crazy because I definitely love myself! How could I not??

Monday, 14 May 2012

JUST A RATHER VERY INTELLIGENT SYSTEM


If you guessed what the title means before you read the post, you got brownie with M&M's points.


Originally Tony Stark’s butler, Jarvis was an important character in the Avengers comics. You could say he was to Iron Man what Alfred is to Batman. Portrayed as a father figure and a mentor to many of the Avengers with whom he crossed paths, Edwin Jarvis even had a ‘thing’ with Peter Parker’s Aunt May.

Since the first installment of the Iron Man movies, Jarvis is a highly developed artificial intelligence computer program that functions as Stark’s personal assistant and runs the math for the creation of the Iron Man suit. With his English accent, Jarvis is pretty much everywhere his creator is, like a cyber guardian angel, if you will.

What is truly appealing of this non- physical yet ever- present character in the movies is his ability to hold sophisticated conversations with the Iron Man, all the while giving back wit and sarcasm to boot. As his assistant, Jarvis feels compelled to make respectful observations regarding Tony Stark’s reckless behavior and impetuous actions that go very well with his bad boy persona, but there is only so much a computer program can do for the playboy millionaire turned hero.

Let’s talk a little about the scene towards the end in The Avengers where Iron Man takes the guided missile. So, he grabs the lethal projectile headed towards the (gasp) city of New York in his iron hands and heroically takes it into the portal that led to who knows where in the universe in order to have it destroy the Chitauri mother ship. Jarvis shows concern about what is going on and suggests calling Miss Potts, sensing it could very well be the last time Tony and Pepper would ever speak to each other. Alas, she doesn’t answer, which makes Jarvis sound even more preoccupied. Anyway, Iron Man succeeds, manages to avoid getting trapped on the wrong side of the portal, everyone is happy, the end.

miss potts isn’t picking up, sir.

However, this got me pondering about Jarvis, and his role in the movie. I suppose it has to do with the genius that is Tony Stark to be able to give personality to an artificial intelligence program, but how come it actually gets sarcasm and use it? Or have a soft spot for sensibility and, well, romance, for that matter? When you think about it, (and I clearly have) Jarvis has a wider range of emotions than Sheldon Cooper will ever have. I’m being serious here, so bear with me on this point. If Jarvis were programmed to only perceive the scientific specter of the world, the movies would be very different to what we’ve seen so far in terms of his and Stark’s relationship. For entertainment’s sake, I imagined what that scene I revisited before would be like if Jarvis were Sheldon Cooper. This is what I got:

First of all, Sheldon wouldn’t have suggested the phone call, if anything he was doing calculations of mass, distance and who knows what else of the situation Iron Man was in (he wouldn’t include himself, since he is a program and can still go on after on earth if all else fails), so Tony tells Jarvis-Sheldon to dial Miss Potts. Since Jarvis- Sheldon is still programmed to question his creator his answer would go something like, 


“Now? Miss Potts? I fail to see how Miss Potts would have any knowledge about guided missiles, or keeping an extraterrestrial portal open for a safe return to New York. I believe it’s far better to call Black Widow and tell her to keep the portal open for a little longer. Call Miss Potts! You silly humans! I swear you have the funniest timing I must say! Just like that time you thought it was a good idea to let your best friend fly off with one of your suits. Remember that?”

My guess is, that sort of responses would’ve accounted for a deprogramming or at the very least the installation of a new personality chip into its hard drive. I think Sheldon is funny with his quirks and idiosyncrasies that make him special in his nerdy world, but not really as a cyber side-kick to a Marvel shiny super hero.

Either way, Jarvis is one funny character and I for one like his sexy accent, and wouldn’t change him one bit. Bit. Get it? LOL!

Image1 via Image 2 via

Thursday, 10 May 2012

MOTHER KNOWS BEST



My mom has been more than just my Mom. She has been my teacher, my therapist, my confident, and many times she has been at the receiving end of countless childish tantrums (a lot of them well into my twenties, mind you).

We’ve had our ups and downs, fights, midnight conversations, adventures, laughs, and heart- breaking experiences, her and I. Even though we don’t always see eye to eye on everything, she has taught me a lot throughout the years. I listed a few of the things I learned from my Mommy, who taught me how to:

-         Always butter the cake mold and throw some flour at it, before pouring the 
          cake mix in.
-         Knit.
-         Remember to check how my toe feels when I’m trying on shoes, to make sure 
           they´re comfortable.
-         Always find humility and apologize after a fight.
-         Conversations are easier over lemon flavored snow cones.
-         Always sort the laundry before throwing it in the washer. And to check every 
           pocket first.
-         Have an awereness of my personal finances, and to prioritize on paying my 
          bills on time.
-         Remember that a Coke is great for when I have a headache or if I’m feeling a 
           little bit down.
-         Always make time for God.
-         Turn my kitchen into a lab.
-         Drive without the goofy look on my face (and to choose a lane).

Image via

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

El Primer Debate Presidencial 2012


In an unprecedented event, this particular post will be in my native language due to it being of national concern.

El Primer Debate Presidencial 2012

Honestamente, ¿qué se puede decir acerca del debate este pasado domingo 6 de mayo? 
Empezare por mencionar dos hechos ajenos a los candidatos, simplemente para poner en contexto lo que para algunos representa que los conozcamos a ellos y sus posturas. Primeramente, el hecho reprochable de los medios más importantes de la nación, quienes obviaron el precedente que tiene el debate, con el fin de darle prioridad a un inconsecuente partido de fútbol. ¡Ese es mi México! 


Sin embargo, el debate fue transmitido en otros canales y la gente se sentó para ver a su candidato, o si bien, para tratar de de discernir entre ellos y ver quién es la mejor opción, que a fin de cuentas, es el propósito de un debate. Comienza la transmisión y ¿qué vemos? Nada menos que una ‘edecán’ cuyo atuendo era poco más que inadecuado para lo que se estaba llevando a cabo. La indiscreción de quien tomo la decisión de la vestimenta de la mujer cumplió con el propósito de distraer a los televidentes con algo tan bajo y generar comentarios y discusiones acerca de ello, con tal de olvidarnos de lo que los candidatos tenían para decir. En los sitios de internet las notas más leídas eran las que tenían que ver con la identidad de la mujer, así que se puede decir que hubo misión cumplida, ¿o no?

En fin, a lo que iba, a los candidatos. Tomen en cuenta que esto es sólo mi opinión de lo que vi, no significa que opine que alguno en particular ganó. En todo caso, veo el asunto tan perdido que como dice el tagline de Aliens vs Predators “Gane quien gane, nosotros perdemos”.

Comienzo con mi percepción de Josefina Vázquez Mota, quien me pareció consistente en sus propuestas con lo que ha venido diciendo desde el inicio de su campaña, impulsando la competitividad comercial y su afán por darnos a México la libertad que la corrupción nos ha quitado. En todos los puntos que se tocaron hacía referencia a algún puesto que haya ocupado anteriormente que le permitía identificarse con el problema en cuestión para dar a entender que sabe lo que se requiere para solucionarlo. A mi parecer iba bien, incluso cuando cuestionó la propuesta de su rival priísta, en la primera interrogante, puesto que lo hiso en su contrarréplica, lo cual me pareció acertado. No obstante, cayó en el jueguito de tu la traes y se distrajo de lo que realmente tenía que responder acerca de sus planes en educación y tecnología, teniendo que responderla en la siguiente pregunta. Además, cometió el error de traer a colación un asunto delicado que pensó le daría la victoria, pero no contaba con que Peña Nieto le dijera que es una obscenidad querer sacar ventaja de una tragedia como lo fue el caso de la niña Paulet, haciendo quedar más mal a la candidata panista. Le Salió el tiro por la culata, por así decirlo.

Enrique Peña Nieto, a primera vista, pareció bien al exponer, pero al escuchar lo que realmente estaba hablando me di cuenta que él ni sabía lo que estaba diciendo, pues en un momento dijo lo mismo tres veces seguidas, pero de diferentes formas, perdiendo coherencia. Clásico político, la verdad. Fue el candidato que más fue atacado, y contrario a lo que digan los periódicos y los medios que lo apoyan, el defenderse no implica haber ganado. En su contrarréplica de la sexta pregunta, perdió 20 segundos (los conté) para decir que no tiene tiempo suficiente para defenderse de las acusaciones que le hicieron, y en las demás preguntas insistió en comentar como se sentía perjudicado por la cuenta regresiva, pudiendo emplear esos segundos en convencer al país que él tiene las respuestas.

El candidato por el PRD, Andrés Manuel López Obrador no hiso más que caer en lo mismo de siempre. Perdió su oportunidad de ganarse a los indecisos haciendo nuevamente el papel de víctima a quien le robaron la silla presidencial hace seis años. Empleó sus viejas tácticas dejando en claro que no piensa mirar hacia adelante sino que se enfoca en el pasado. Tan en el pasado está este hombre que incluso mencionó a Santa Anna, más de una vez. ¿Pero por qué? ¿POR QUÉ? En verdad que no tiene sentido de la importancia AMLO. Una sola pregunta, UNA SOLA, respondió de acuerdo a lo que se cuestionaba. De las doce que se hicieron, únicamente respondió a una. Las demás las dedicó para echarle en cara a EPN todos sus trapitos sucios, los cuales si bien, no era el momento de hacerlo, no eran 100% mentiras. Muchas cosas eran verdades, por ejemplo, el control que ejerce el partido tricolor sobre los medios, el asunto de Montiel, el papel que juega Salinas, etc., etc. Porque, digo, eso no es conocimiento exclusivo de los políticos. Basta con tener ojos, oídos y memoria para saber que muchas de las cosas que reclamó AMLO tienen algo de verdad en ellas, no somos tontos. Pero eso no amerita la victoria del debate, pues no dejó nada en claro sobre lo que opina acerca de lo que interesa a México, más allá de lo que hicieron/ deshicieron gobiernos del pasado.

Y nos queda el más olvidado. El hipster, le dicen. Gabriel Quadri por el Partido de la Alianza. En definitiva, y creo que para muchos, fue el que sorpendió y el que mejor habló y  mejor propuso. Su estatus de ignorado le dio la ventaja de exponer y proponer de forma clara. Lo que me agradó de él es que fue el único que proyecto qué y cómo. Mientras los demás se tiraban con todo, cuando proponían, eran pocas las veces en que explicaban cómo lo iban a lograr, con qué recursos, por qué medios. Quadri empleó su tiempo para explicar en cada pregunta cuáles son sus metas y cómo lo haría. Al escuchar sus soluciones, identifiqué una conexión entre sus diferentes propuestas en las que al mejorar un aspecto, como resultado, otro también se optimiza y/ o repara, y así con los demás puntos-6+
. Aparte de ser el candidato que les decía “Compórtense” a los otros, recalcó el hecho de que por ser ciudadano tiene una mejor visión de lo que nuestro país requiere. Puede ser que sí, puede ser que no. Tampoco olvidemos quien viene detrás de él, y aunque por algún milagro el quedara en la presidencia, alguien más será quien quiera llevar las riendas a través de él. Honestamente, qué lástima.

En resumen, resultó notorio que tres de los cuatro candidatos aprovecharon el momento para atacarse entre sí, que incluso hicieron su tarea preparándose y presentando evidencias para descalificarse unos a otros. Fue de hecho vergonzoso ver como se comportaron, y saber que uno de ellos será el que nos represente. No quiero ni pensar en el ridículo que harían en el exterior.

Falta un segundo debate, el cual se llevará a cabo el 10 de junio, el cual, para mí, plantea dos opciones: a) se seguirán echando hasta de lo que no, y utilizarán más evidencias fotográficas, etc, ó b) aprenderán de sus errores y se dedicarán a lo que realmente deben de hacer en un debate: proponer y desarrollar sus posturas.

Crucemos dedos y esperemos que se presenten de una manera madura. Y no estaría de más prescindir de la edecán.

¿Opiniones? ¡No sean tímidos!

Imágen 1 vía, Imagen 2 vía 

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Oops!

Hehe, guys! Got distracted today...


No real post, but at least a funny video for you to enjoy:




Happy weekend!

Thursday, 3 May 2012

A NEW AND BRIGHTER DAY


Disappointment. Rejection. Frustration. Failure.

Feelings that are all too familiar at one point or another in most everyone’s life. They could be caused by a break- up, getting fired, not obtaining that promotion, messing up with a loved one, and many, many things that can happen in a lifetime.

When faced with these emotions, for whatever reason that may be, how do you react? Do you stop and objectively analyze the cause? Do you get irrational, mad and annoyed? Do you simply shrug it off? Do you take it out on someone else, maybe? Or perhaps you do talk it over with a friend or relative, or shrink even? Or you might also lock it up inside and mellow on it from time to time, and probably letting it all out in an irate state of mind and bringing it up when it stopped being consequential?

I for one, indulge in feeling miserable. There. I said it. I do this by trying to understand what led the result of me being bummed out in the first place. What motivated me or maybe someone else to do what I/ they did, I examine every detail, justify my actions, imply faults on others, but also through the eyes of people who know me and will tell me the truth if I´m being delusional if that’s the case. And other times I prefer to do it alone, and not talk to anyone, not think about it, but still savoring the bitter numbness of what might have occurred. Either way I sulk. I allow myself to get immersed in a sea of sourness. Just until the day concludes.

If I want to, if that’s what I need, I can deal with it whatever over- dramatic way I wish to do so, but acknowledging that the next day I must have a different attitude. Objective, sensible me overrides the drama- queen and leads the way to a better appreciation of what really is important. I go to bed with the understanding that the next morning proves the world didn’t end so my life doesn’t either, and moving forward is much easier this way. I once read or heard that ‘everything looks better when shone in the light of a brand new day’. I believe in this motto and go by it as much as I can.

Perhaps, some would think that I waste a whole day feeling down in the dumps, but I figured it is better to vent out than dealing with it later because I stored it somewhere in a corner of my head. When I clear my mind of all the trivial things, and let it all out, the next day, more often than not, I realize it isn’t that big of a deal. This makes it easier to tackle.

I’m not going to say that this has been the way I’ve done it my whole life. The truth is, it took a lot for me to get here and recognize there are safer, healthier methods to deal with the inner demons that munch on my soul, rather than ranting, hating just about everybody who looked my way, and having everyone get a piece of me. For some reason, what I do now to deal with my issues is just what I needed to find a balance and feel better with myself, because most of the time, the solutions I discover on the brighter light of a new day are all things I figure I can translate into improving myself and grow as a better human being. Yes, it’s either all that or I fancy myself like Scarlett O’Hara, and I say out loud into the nothingness “After all, tomorrow is another day”.