White Noise

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white noise noun

: a heterogeneous mixture of sound waves extending over a wide frequency range that has been used to mask out unwanted noise interfering with sleep—called also white sound

: a constant noise (such as that the noise from a television or radio that is turned on but is not receiving a clear signal) that is a mixture of many different sound waves

Lately, on my mind

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    • I finally fullfilled my father’s last wish and I spread his ashes at a wonderful spot in Benidorm, Alicante. He spent his 20-something Summer days there, and he always loved the town. Benidorm has clearly changed since he last partied there, but I chose a beautiful beautiful area for his ashes, and I know it would have brought him the peace of mind he deserved.
    • Spent the 1st week of my Easter break with my friends at a wonderful beach house, where we always get to relax and basically do nothing the whole time. We ate, slept, relaxed and curled up in bed most of the time, but we also went to the port and wandered around a beautiful walled town in the chill of the night. We ate icecream and my friend drove us to places.
    • I just organized what I have to study before my June Finals and I think I won’t be able to rest for a loooong while. This is what happens when I procrastinate -I never learn.
    • There’s a new David Fincher film I wanna see: Gone Girl (2014)
    • As a fan of George R.R. Martin’s saga “A Song of Ice and Fire” (I’ve read the whole saga), I’m outraged by what the screen adaptation for the HBO channel is doing to the characters. This week’s episode was a huge fail and they somehow managed to destroy 2 of my favorite characters: Jaime and Cersei Lannister. Wanna know why? Go read this article.
    • I bought tickets with my dear friend Carmen to go see Ed Sheeran in concert next November in Barcelona, and now I can’t hardly wait for it. Oh, check his new song:

 

Feelings gone

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It’s such a weird feeling encountering someone from your past all of a sudden at a crowded store at a crowded mall. It’s really weird, because, it doesn’t matter that it’s been more than 4 years since you last saw him; you still can’t be at the same place that he is. “When you’re 15 somebody tells you they love you & you gonna believe them”, sings Taylor Swift. And yeah, corny like that, I like to believe it’s true. I was not 15 -I was 16- but I still feel like I believed everything he told me and ended up also believing that it didn’t work out because of something I did wrong. I can’t see his face anymore. I ran into him once, 4 years ago at a cinema, and he was next to his previous girlfriend (the 1st one after our not-so-complete relationship). He said she was extremely similar to me. He said she reminded him of me. And he said that she liked to write, like me. She had published a book, he said. She was everything that I was not. He made me cry and almost miss the start of the film. I had to endure almost 2 hours of despair, thinking that, a few rows behind, he was sitting next to his improved girlfriend, holding hands, kissing, maybe, while I was only thinking about what I had done wrong. It’s been 4 years and that still haunts me.

Today, I saw him again, with his new girlfriend -he broke up with the previous one, the clone. I’m a pro at Facebook-stalking, so I already knew he had broken up with the clone. But, honestly, today I didn’t even look at the new girlfriend -I could only look at him. He STILL has the power of making me nervous, like he always did when he looked at me in the eyes, sitting on the front seat of the bus, staring at me and making me smile. He made me nervous when he pulled my chair closer when I was trying to explain some math exercise to him, while we were alone at class during recess. And he made me nervous when, after having explained it to him, he decided to be a volunteer during the following math class and resolved the exercise in front of the class. He insisted that his new math teacher was really good, a great one, he said.

But, now, I only think of the phonecall that ended it all, when he said that he was disappointed in me for not being there for him. He played me, when I thought I WAS playing him. I did not like him. I did not believe him. I… probably didn’t think he was being honest, I just thought he wanted to make fun of me. Turns out he probably didn’t.

Today, when I saw him, all this came to my mind. I also thought that he’s gone bald, that he’s taller than I remembered him, and that I quite like the clothes he wears. I didn’t see the girlfriend. I didn’t say a word to him -I hid. Today, I felt nervous again –that fucker will always make me nervous.

Reinventing Rescuing

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I found this piece on “theappleppielifestyle“. This girl (Isabelle) can write, and this mesmerized me.

Imagine this: 
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom. 
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors. 
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.

Imagine this: 
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress. 
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm. 
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell. 
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips. 
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.

Imagine this:
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt. 
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.

Imagine this:
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.

Imagine this:
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle 
and swallows men whole.

 

—-written by theappleppielifestyle, Isabelle.

Dreams

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Nowadays, pretty young girls are abundant on the media. Leighton Meester is one of my very favorites, but not only because she’s pretty and has an amazing style, but also because she’s multi-talented. I remember being totally surprised when, after having watched her for a while on CW’s show “Gossip Girl”, I found out she had a song with Cobra Starship (an indie band that I used to adore). “Good Girls Go Bad” was my anthem for a couple of weeks –months, probably.

Now, having listened to most of her songs (originals, covers, acoustics and her tracks in Gwyneth Paltrow’s Country Strong film), I’ve found this wonderful cover of Fletwood Mac’s “Dreams”, performed with the amazing Dana Williams.

For those of you who don’t know Leighton, she became famous after being Blair Waldorf in Gossip Girl (my most favorite show in the world, my most favorite female character), but she’s also been in Veronica Mars, “The Oranges”, with Hugh Laurie and is now on NYC performing a version of Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men”. Who said a girl’s face is her most prized possession? This one has TALENT.