Life after birth

Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the womb. Seconds, minutes, hours passed as the two embryonic lives developed.
The spark of life grew and each tiny brain began to take shape and form. With the development of their brain came feeling, and with feeling, perception--a perception of surroundings, of each other, and their own lives. They discovered that life was good and they laughed and rejoiced in their hearts.
One said to the other, "We are so lucky to have been conceived and to have this wonderful world."
The other chimed in, "Yes, blessed be our mother who gave us life and each other."
Each of the twins continued to grow and soon their arms and fingers, legs and toes began to take shape. They stretched their bodies and churned and turned in their little world. They explored it and found the life cord which gave them life from their mother's blood. They were grateful for this new discovery and sang, "How great is the love of our mother - that she shares all she has with us!".
Weeks passed into months and with the advent of each new month, they noticed a change in each other and in themselves."We are changing," one said. "What can it mean?"
"It means", said the other, "that we are drawing near to birth."
An unsettling chill crept over the two. They were afraid of birth, for they knew that it meant leaving their wonderful world behind.
Said the one, "Were it up to me, I would live here forever."
"But we must be born," said the other. "It has happened to all the others". Indeed, there was evidence inside the womb that the mother had carried life before theirs. "And I believe that there is life after birth, don't you?"
"How can there be life after birth?" cried the one. "Do we not shed our life cord and also the blood tissue when we are born? And have you ever talked to anyone that has been born? Has anyone ever re-entered the womb after birth to describe what birth is like? NO!"
As he spoke, he fell into despair, and in his despair he moaned, "If he purpose of conception and our growth inside the womb is to end in birth, then truly our life is senseless."
He clutched his precious life cord to his breast and said, "And if this is so, and life is absurd, then there really can be no mothers!"
"But there is a mother", protested the other. "Who else gave us nourishment? Who else created this world for us?"
"We get our nourishment from this cord -- and our world has always been here," said the one. "And if there is a mother -- where is she? Have you ever seen her? Does she ever talk to you? No! We invented the mother when we were young because it satisfied a need in us. It made us feel secure and happy."
Thus, while the one raved and despaired, the other resigned himself to birth and placed his trust in the hands of his mother. Hours turned into days, and days into weeks. And soon it was time. They both knew their birth was at hand, and they both feared what they did not know.
As the one was first to be conceived, so he was the first to be born, the other following.
They cried as they were born into the light. They coughed out fluid and gasped the dry air. And when they were sure they had been born, they opened their eyes -- seeing life after birth for the very first time. What they saw was the beautiful eyes of their mother, as they were cradled lovingly in her arms. They were home.

Author Unknown

I just wanted to share this text with those who didn't have the chance to read it before. Nice point of view, don't you think?

Lorena says her back hurts,

And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct [...]


I wish it was only this, but now it's been more than three weeks that my back really hurts. I thought I had a bad sleep but I realised that it hurts more and more every time I sleep.

I didn't think it was something to worry about, but today I was commenting it to a classmate and she asked me where was hurting the most, because it can be something internal and not only muscular. How come I didn't think about it? It can be something related to my lungs ... I don't know, maybe I just need a good massage :P

Changing the subject, I had creative days lately. I've been drawing a lot, designing some layouts, writing some stuff and I decided to participate in Tokyo Design Festa in March, 2005. I wanted to participate in November, but I don't have enough works to exhibit and I want to show something good. I'm also trying go make some money to buy a good printer and afford a scanner, but let's see because I also need to save some money to move in March.

It's almost 5.30 am and I still can't sleep... I'm really tired but my eyes won't close! Maybe it's just the excitement of all the things I want to do, starting today... Yesterday afternoon I got my scholarship and finally I will be able to pay all my debts, so I'm eager to go to the bank and get rid of those bills. I know it means that I will be in bankrupcy again, but the satisfaction of not owing anything to anyone worths it.

I was thinking on writing down some of the things I'm learning at school, which I consider really cool, but I guess nobody wants to know about types of paint, painting techiniques, architecture laws in Japan, product certification, etc. So I guess I'll start another blog for this kind of stuff. Aaargh, I write too much but I cannot help it !

Few days ago I found a nice site www.clientcopia.com . It has tons of quotes from clients of designers... I've been laughing a lot, some are really atonishing, I was nodding almost all the time... you don't know what kind of people you have to deal with when you adventure yourself to the web-world :)

So long ! Don't spend too much time in that link as I did... I couldn't sleep until I finished reading the whole 613 quotes (and still growing!)

Recuerdos de primavera

Today is the spring coming day in my country, Paraguay. It's also the youth day and we don't have classes at school :D So it's a very special day for us...

... Varias primaveras ....

Como se festeja ahora el dia de la primavera? Hace tiempo que no lo hago (y no porque este vieja.. ) tal vez porque ya no es lo mismo. Recuerdo mi primer "dia de la primavera y de la juventud" ... Fue en primer curso: nos habiamos encontrado con mis amigas Gianni, Laura y Ana frente al colegio (ese dia fue asueto) y fuimos caminando hasta el centro. Fuimos a "palmear". La calle Palma los dias sabados era un lugar de encuentro para todos los jovenes. Uno siempre tenia la oportunidad de encontrarse con los amigos, ya fueran de otros colegios y tambien era una chance de hacer nuevas amistades. Ese dia hubo un monton de gente, un festival de rock en el cual no nos quedamos porque no eramos tan hardcore en esa epoca... Tomamos un helado en 4d y nos fuimos al mall (mall excelsior). Ahi vimos una pelicula, no recuerdo cual fue... eso ya no importa ahora. Luego fuimos al shopping Mcal. Lopez que acababa de inaugurarse y tenia poquisima gente... ahi nos regalaron una rosa a cada una. Todavia tengo la rosa seca en mi casa!

Queriamos hacer algo divertido y diferente; decidimos subir a los autitos chocadores! Al principio teniamos verguenza.. con nuestra edad y jugando juego de ninhos pequenhos... pero nada importaba, estabamos en un grupo y en unos anhos nadie recordaria a 4 nenas grandecitas jugando un juego de bebes. Pero no fue asi... yo aun lo recuerdo como si fuera ayer. Me diverti tanto que ese dia se va a quedar para siempre en mi memoria.

No se si mis amigas, las cuatro inseparabales lo recuerdan todavia. No se si mis amigas me recuerdan todavia... El tiempo paso y nos separamos, cada una siguio su camino... Yo no se donde estan fisicamente pero el recuerdo de los tiempos que pasamos juntas siguen conmigo.

Me gustaria volver el tiempo atras y vivir nuevamente esos dias en que nuestro mayor problema era pasar o no de anho ... o ni siquiera eso; eramos las mas destacadas del curso (jajaja) Y tambien las que mas se divertian. Nunca fui una chica popular, no era linda ni "cool", pero con amigas como las que tuve en el basico no necesitaba serlo. Extranho esos tiempos, pero como se que no podria viajar al pasado aunque quisiera, lo unico que me queda es seguir creando momentos a los cuales quisiera volver cuando sea mas vieja :)

Fashion freaks

Winter is coming and all the shops are trying to show their best to sell. Today I went to Ginza and checked some of the shops. It's not like I'm interested in fashion but sometimes is fun to walk around like I care :P . What I realised was that nothing's the same as last year and if you're dumb enough, you can think that you need lots of new clothes. But how many jackets do you need in one winter? For how long can you wear the same pants before they get torn? I mean, you don't need new clothes after using what you have for 3 months or so...

Don't get me wrong, I like wearing new clothes, I'm a girl after all. But this consumist society is too much! It's ok to get new clothes on special occasions (not necessary though) but buying for every season of the year is not. I was one of those dumbs before... I tortured my parents by asking them a new dress before every party, but after I came to Japan I realised that I didn't need them. I'm wearing the same clothes for a long time, I've been here for more than a year and half and nobody cares about how I dress. (Or is it just me?) Anyways, there are so many girls dressing the same, having the same Louis Vuitton's bag, for those people who doesn't know, the LV bags costs around 100.000 Yen (about 800 ~ 900 US$). I wouldn't buy them even if I was swimming in a pool full of money. I just don't like to be the same as the rest.

How can they afford it? You may think all japanese are ultra rich people, but that's not really true. At least not and 17 ~ 25 years old girl. Some might work or ask their parents and get it, but there's a dark side in all of this fashion thing. Many of these girls accept going out with old men just to get what they want. Isn't this sad? I see really cute girls with man way older than them and after asking some japanese about this situation, they just told me that this is a common scene in japanese society... and it's all to afford these branded stuff.

I know I am nobody but I'm very worried about Japan's future with these kind of people growing in number, it will be just sad to lose all what they have gained through so many years. Well, just my humble opinion...

+ Guestmap - Email

After some weeks of having decided it, I finally put myself to migrate bravenet's guestmap to my own one in my server so it wouldn't have those annoying ads. I thought it would be simple.. but guess what: nothing is simple!! I started checking and testing some scripts without finding anything I really liked. So I was about to give up but I found a perfect one in Brainerror.

The script I got from brainerror is just great! But as I never leave the things like they are, I wanted a map with political divisions so I had to make my own. After I made it, I finished setting up the database in MySql (my first time in sql ... no more ms access). It took me a while but I could handle it. That was yesterday... now comes the bad part... As I was testing the guestmap, I filled the database with "test" entries so when it was ready to publish I had to erase those entries. But out of the blue I lost my "permission" to access my control panel and manage the database... I was pissed off because when I am in moods to do something, I NEED to do it... and because of this database thing I wouldn't be able to.

Anyways, found my way to overcome this problem .. there's always more than one way to do things :D !! I just created another database and moved the old data there (hahah.. anything's possible). But the main problem is that I cannot access to my control panel and the mail server is not working either which pisses me off the most, I cannot read my emails !!!!! **MAD** (not that I was getting many mails, but you know...)

Well ... this was my weekend's story and now you can post your messages in my brand-new fully functional guestmap :D Just give it a try !

inconsistency sos

The only thing I'm consistent in is in my inconsistency. I don't change my mind easily but my moods are up & down all the time. I can be super duper happy and then really down. Anyone knows any medicine for this?

Small details in my life can switch on/off my angel and demons inside. I know this is just part od being human, but (as most people does) I think my case is worse for I'm afraid of doing something really stupid in one of this switches. I just want to finish growing up ..if this is attributed to the teen-ages (hahaha I'm considering myself a teenager!)

I'm still not the person I want to be, takes a lot! I just hope to be reading this with a grin in some years instead of thinking that I didn't change at all, not any progresses.

Anyways, I want to thank all my friends supporting me day by day, listening to me moaning and trying to switch me into happy-mode. I might be hopeless but I really appreciate you guys being there! I don't know if I'd have the patience to be with someone like me :P

Dazed and Confused

I've seen this 1993's movie some days ago and I loved it! I don't know why I haven't seen it before... It doesn't have special effects, tricky story, a surprise element... it's just like that.. simple like shooting your group of friends from high school, you might identify each one of them. It's about american teenagers in the 70's, not an american teenager's movie. They do stupid things, but not the type of things like putting bobby into a pie or so...
It brought me memories from some years ago (not THAT many!) the welcome ceremony for freshman, driving around the city with your mates, organizing parties, being scolded by your parents and so on.
What I liked best was the soundtrack, I definitely like 70's rock. Alice Cooper, Deep Purple, Foghat, Lynard Skynard, Judas Priest, The Doors, Kiss, U2.. WHOA!! I wish I was born in my parent's time.. but then I wouldn't be here now. I envy them for they had the chance to live in those times... but who knows, maybe my kids (if I ever have!) would be feeling the same about the 90's , which I don't hate ;) Maybe it's about how and not when you live your "old times". And I guess I wouldn't see Radiohead live!

Chicken Wings

Hey there! I've been writing a lot lately... but it's all php! ;) Anyways, if you want to read it just wait a little more.. the site is still in beta fase . This is where Stefan (a friend I met in Tokyo) publishes the comics he creates with his brother, "Chicken Wings". (Now that I'm hungry the name sounds delicious, but you'll see that reading the comics is even better!) The site is colorful, it has nice characters and you can even get merchandise from the comics.

The stories are about Chuck, a cool and funny pilot; Julio, a witty mechanic; Sally, the hot chick and their big boss Hans. I could tell you some situations but I guess it's better if you check it by yourself: you won't regret !

What I did there: just gave a hand to organize and display the comic strips by date and wrote a script to personalize the post-signatures according to the poster. It sounds really simple (and it actually is...) but it's been along time since my last romantic date with my dear php and I had to re-remember some stuff, which was great because I started to forget how much I used to like it.

Aaanyways, I'm starting to unfocus (as usual) ... so, I just wanted to give TWO WINGS UP! to this project and give them a visit :)

http://www.roost-air.com