No, I won't die melting in blasphemy and heresy, I still have my catholic education sinking deep into my conciousness so this post is not a mock on a prayer, yet a very important part of the prayer itself, the kind of evil that is all around, we sometimes notice it, we sometimes not, but it is there to haunt us all at some point in our life...
In the wise words of Alice Cooper:

Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my
Veins
Youre poison, I dont want to
Break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, Im caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and its needles
And pins (and pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you
Screaming my name
Dont want to touch you but
Youre under my skin (deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my veins
Youre poison, I dont wanna
Break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison
Youre poison running through my
Veins
Youre poison, I dont wanna
Break these chains
I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison, yeah
I dont want to break these chains
Poison, oh no
Runnin deep inside my veins,
Burnin deep inside my veins
Its poison
I don't wanna break these chains

And what am I talking about? you might ask yourself, well it is not about what but about who, someone who is referred to an "anemic mosquito" on my cousin's words, "loneliness to square" according to Fito Paez and Joaquin Sabina, "being alone all along" according to Evanescence, "look but don't touch" according to Garbage, "the perfect drug" according to NIN, and "Toxic" according to Britney Spears. Ok I might have lost focus on some of the comparison, I guess my music knowledge is not that wide, or I simply don't pay attention to lyrics that much but I think my point is pretty much clear, that evil, that haunts us all, also known as "the guilty pleasure" (in my personal case it has mutated to become a "piñata clown").

Let's make it less wordly and more practical, since this is a very very useful post (no, I don't feel like writing about dreams, hopes, expectations, responsabilities, after a sabatical of six months without a single post here i guess i can make some space for rather philosophycal posts about human behaviour right?) let's make my whole theory a very nice example: here we have Lady Lydia -hypothetical character used for educational purposes only-, she's been struggling with her weight for decades but she is a strong-willed woman who has dedicated her past eight months to "walk the right path in health terms" then one day she has a close encounter of the tempting kind, a muffin, but not just any muffin, it is A muffin, the kind of muffin you'd kill your grandma for... ok, maybe just your dog... or your goldfish... anyway, there lies, the temptation, two paths: eat it or leave it, the decision is in your hands, if you take it you'd be invaded with a sad feeling of guilt, if you don't you'd wonder "what if...". So there lies the key to all wisdom, guilty pleasures, that kind of things you should run away from, stay away from and hide from for the rest of your life, yet, is it really the right path?

If you haven't figured it out yet, no, I'm not referring to an actual muffin... yet you can call it muffin if you feel like it *wink wink*

Got mushroom?

Back on my wonderful school years I had the chance overhear a conversation on a girl's bathroom, two girls were discussing how this third girl (God knows who) got this gorgeous guy all to herself, this girl being not that "graceful"... punch line was: "How can it be such a woman has such a man and here I am as lone as a mushroom!!!".
I think this is the main trigger for those guilty pleasures to attack, that time in your live when winter is there to stay and you think of nothing but getting your booty whatever it takes. An innocent victim comes your way and you think "finally, my spring has arrived" buuuut, has it really?. Welcome to the dark side, this is step one, the step you will start missing once you are sunk deep into the whirlpool of madness.

Guilty Pleasure 101

Let's identify those typical signs that what you're getting into isn't exactly the healthiest activity of them all:

Haven't we met
You're some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I've had the taste for danger
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Heaven forbid
I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger
I looked into your eyes
And my world came tumbling down
You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song

Curiosity... curiosity has been the trigger to many evils in the world, that and those capital sins... Curiosity is the kind of thing a typical guilty pleasure inspires you, you just want to know more, you are expectant, you are anxious, you're thinking "why wait? I should devour this muffin wholeeee!!!! (noooooowwww!!!!)".

Taste of a poison paradise...
You have your target on sight, locked, what's next? a free sample is never bad, they are there in supermarkets for your sampling pleasures only right?. One bit, it killed Snow White but it won't even give you heartburn. Let me tell you, one try, it is all it takes, then you're hooked, you WILL look for more.

Roses are red
Some diamonds are blue
Chivalry is dead
But you're still kinda cute
Settling... big mistake, have you heard about a fabulous book called "He's just not that into you?" I believe some points in such book even apply to guys (believe me, I actually tested it with one of my male coworkers, I believe he's overcoming depression now...). You're driving through a dangerous road, you are aware of the signs, yet you ignore them, cuz why shouldn't you? you're having fun so why stop?. With eyes wide open you're aware of the madness you're getting yourself into, yes, the typical "unworthy" you decide to invest your time in, your soon to be cause of guilt, yet it gives you soooo muuuch pleasure at the moment it is difficult to focus and smell the... less graceful parts of the subject? (and no, I am not referring to a dirty Sanchez!)

Is it bad though it feels so good?

We hear about it every single day, it is there, like a plague to haunt us all, it is not a matter of needing or wanting, it is a matter of enjoying, no matter the consequences. Here we have the key to such evil, at some point guilt shall consume us and we shall be telling all our friends how terrible it was to go through such "hardships" (of course they become hardships when you find yourself in shortage of such "goods"), but can you really stay away from temptation?. We always ALWAYS find such guilty pleasure at some point of our life, we WANT to devour the muffin, after all, it was put right in the middle of our path for a reason right?

Go-Go, I know you feel you must protect your mistress. But I beg you, walk away

We have identified the guilty pleasure, we have wondered and pondered about it, yet if you find yourself at any point close to one of this highly invasive species what would you do? what should you do?. As much as I wish to have an answer to a question that has haunted all mankind throughout history,I do not hold the answer, if I did, I would be writing a book about it, earning lots of money from it and enjoying my terribly busy life sitting in some beach someplace in St. Bart's having Takeshi Kaneshiro as my own personal sex slave. So what is there to say? If you can't handle the fire stay away from the heat... but if you feel like trying it still, then you might as well enjoy the ride. Don't give yourself time for "missing", suck the vermin dry!!! Sit back, buckle up and have fun... or in the words of the wise Ms. Chelsea Handler "Wipe out, put out and get out!". Though of course, drive safely, it is not over until the fat lady sings... ;-)

Friday, July 21, 2006

Grito de Independencia! (Carlos Vives' style)

Today... or yesterday (going through an insomniac phase here) the independence day number one of my country was celebrated... I am still far from home and didn't make it to the hot latin party that was going on tonight... but I payed hommage to my country even if it was with a small gesture... singing the anthem along with my sister... which made me realize, even though the anthem was composed with beautiful and highly elaborated words it kinda ressembles gothic architecture, highly detailed and rich, yet doesn't exactly make much sense. I love my country (>insert heart-shapes here<).

Colombia es Pasion!. Colombia is Passion!

p.s: I am not a history of art student so if my comment is not appropriate any kind comment is accepted
p.s #2: Oh, it is a classmates bday this day as well... is he passion also?

# random thougths @ 7:56 AM

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

On the subject of Karma...

What goes around comes around
What goes up must come down -Karma, Alicia Keys

Well, I think nobody could have said it better, ain't no running from karma. People don't always have the same vision of karma, so to make it crystal clear to what i shall refer on this post I will add a bit of wisdom from a trustworthy source:

According to Karma, performance of positive action results with the reaction of a good conditioning in one's experience, whereas a negative action results in a reaction of a bad response. - Wikipedia

So what's up with karma? when you do good things, you shall get good things... when you're naughty, this guy (whose name i can't remember) shall put charcoal on your mouth or something similar according to a weird and twisted urban legend. The point is, I believe that this whole karma thing is being too "black and white", I mean, come on, seriously, if you squash an ant or end up killing your goldfish cuz you forgot to feed it it means you deserve to be squashed by a giant bulldozer in the shape of a nike shoe while starving to death? what are really the underlying rules of karma?

In another case for example, if someone becomes seriously obsessed with you (in a very creepy way) but you don't share this stalking obsessive feelings with this person, a simple brush off would mean you could earn a karma if you end up hurting the stalker's feelings?. According to the teachings of Buddha "your actions have results -- you are not just writing on the water -- and those results can be good or bad depending on the quality of the intention behind the act."

So here's the case:

• Action: Being nice and friendly with someone you've recently met
• Result: This person picks up this signal as some sort of pre-mating process therefore becomes overly attached to you.
• Question: Your intentions where nice, the action brought a result... so karma gives you as a result of kind intentions a stalker?
• Action: Sitting down with the person and informing him or her that even though he or she is a nice person you just don't feel interested in him or her the same way, but you would love to keep a nice and healthy friendship (with your shoulder drool free that is)
• Result: Stalker becomes drama king/queen accusing you of fooling around with him, toying with his/her heart and tossing away his feelings as if you were the White Witch/Wizard yourself (what happened to those wonderful days when a warm smile, a pat on the shoulder or an encouraging phrase meant... just that?)
• Question: So here the whole karma thing is just becoming vengeful, here you are, trying to be nice, your first action already brought a bad reaction, second action (here you are doing your best to clean up after the mess of first action) makes things even worse?
• Action: You meet a potential interest, a rather interesting funny and charming person. Due to recent events you try to be a bit more serious, yet also trying to be as nice and polite as possible. Some flirting is perceived in the air.
• Result: After a reasonable period of acquaintance, lots of flirting (on both sides) and "niceness" turns out you are a nice person and all, but this person does not share your feelings, "you got the wrong impression, but i hope there are no hard feelings" speech and he or she hopes you can still remain friends.
• Question: So it turns out there is no winning when it comes to karma? when you break someone's heart, even if it's unintentionally, someone has to come and break yours? does karma really have to apply to those matters of the heart? we can't make everybody happy, but we certainly should not stay with someone out of fear of karma... that would only make things worse! wouldn't it?
• Reaction: What tha ">#$%&#$%#$$#?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

In conclusion... Karma is just a big bad dog that when you least expect it comes and bites you in the cheek (and I don't refer to those aunts like to pull in family gatherings) or in the case of my dog (actual dog, not Karma) in your privates...
So sit back, relax and keep some bacon in your pocket in case that doggie comes around looking for you...

p.s: the situations portrayed in this post are entirely hypothetical, no hearts were broken nor animals were harmed in the making of such.

# random thougths @ 4:31 PM

Monday, July 03, 2006

We found Waldo!

And who is this handsome fella?

# random thougths @ 8:45 AM

Sunday, July 02, 2006

World Cup Frenzy

Most people who know me, even some who don't actually know me do know the
fact that I am not exactly very fond of soccer... or any sport for that matter
(except if by sport we are talking about typing on a keyboard or changing
channels on a remote control, if it were for that not only I find the topic
rather enjoyable but also I could aim for the gold at the olympics or any
tournament for that matter) Yet, the world cup, a phenomenon that makes the
world turn upside down and joins and confronts nations every four years, it is
right now, in the making and with such event all mouths are filled lately.
Hence, I hereby give my two cents on the subject.

Right now I am located on the eye of the hurricane, or quite close to it, so I get to see first hand this madness the world cup brings. My older sister, is a big fan of soccer, she feels the excitement in every match, she drools over the hot players and so on so on, she sits in her couch accompanied by another soccer fan: her fiance. Me on the other hand, I simply put on some earphones and listen to some music or watch a movie on my computer, with the volume as high as my ears would allow me to do... but today was different. As I tried to peacefully watch A Cinderella Story on my computer (need to find new options urgently, I know) my sister kept talking about the game, the brazilian players and so on, at some point I was enthralled by this game, I had foreseen the victory of Brazil (actually I had
just foreseen myself dancing to the rythm of "mas que nada" or a steamy samba
close to a sexy brazilian and a corona on my hand) so there I was, rooting for
this players, praying for my crappy fortunetelling to become a reality... yet it
never happened.

I must say that due to the fact that my own beloved country is not in any way involved in this world cup I practically had no team to "support" (to at least be part of the savvy world cup chats you get to hear every day) so I just went from left to right according to the mood of the day: Japan (because absolutely everything about that country is absolutely perfect, even their perverted old men), Korea (cuz I like Korean movies and I strongly believe Korean guys are hot, though I will admit a that for 3 minutes I doubted about that and some other stuff...), Germany (cuz of this hottie german guy I met in HK), France (cuz French is nice, and some other undisclosed reasons),Ghana (?!?), Australia (nothing to get you all worked up on a game than watching a game with the aussies... and aussie men are hot as well...). So in conclusion we can get several things as outcomes:

Christina loves and embraces cultural diversity with arms wide open

Christina is not really a devoted fan of any team whatsoever (except for Japan, my love for everything Japanese shall never diminish!)

Christina thinks the hottest player in the world cup is Cristiano Ronaldo

Christina wishes she could have had some popcorn while watching this discussed match of the day (in case you're already lost in disertation: France vs. Brazil)

Christina finds no sense in going out in a car honking like crazy if this or that team won unless you're rich and have plenty of money to spare in gas or you're enjoying a wonderful bottle of (-name of alcoholic beverage here-) while a very sober driver takes you around town or both reasons combined!

Christina's love for the world cup is apparently based on her love for men

Christina is obsessed with stupid guys

So, on my "kobe cow phase" I must say, I'm sad and disappointed, because my dreams of a hot dance with a hot Brazilian are shattered, now I have to spend my days lying on the same couch I lie every single day, waiting (and praying) for a victory worthy of going to the bar that has more than 2000 brands of beer and dance with a hot (-enter nationality here-). Heeyy, don't get me wrong, dancing is good exercise, and with my great amount of exercise lately (walk to the corner of the street and feel already the shortness of breath, the same I feel when I stand from the couch) I could certainly use the exercise don't you think?. Don't get me wrong, I love my french friends, I congratulate them for their victory and I hope they are celebrating it big time (corrrrona s'il vous plait!) , but I miss them, I have no celebration here cuz the ppl I know (or have heard of) cheered for Brazil. In the words of the film I just watched:

Sir Edward Hyde: Whenever we're about to do something truly horrible, we always say that the French have been doing it for years. - Stage Beauty

Does it make any sense? maybe not... it is a discourse I came up with at almost 3 in the morning and just wanted to use a quote from the movie cuz I simply loved it, it was great, and I believe Billy Crudup was simply perfect in the role... I was swept away by his smile.

How come you can't get one like him in a store like IKEA? their sales would go up the roof if they did sell Billy Crudups wholesale or retail...

# random thougths @ 7:48 AM

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Test test

You are 53% Capricorn

How Capricorn Are You?

You Are a Fortune Cookie

You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life. People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

# random thougths @ 7:27 AM