A Script or a Life?

So,

Sometimes I sit here and wonder about all the things that happen to me and all those that don't.

Is it all scripted? Is my Life a story someone else wrote? My 'destiny'... Have I no business in changing it or do 'I make the path'? Is everything I do written and the Universe just sits back with a big bowl of Extra Buttered Popcorn to watch the movie of My Life?

It's senseless to think so.

It's absolutely not worth it if that was the case; because then, every effort, every experience, every struggle, every win, every action, was planned and panned out for me to just... play them.

Where's the fun in that? Where's the sense in that?

Where's the learning? Where are the lessons? If everything was already mapped out and I just follow my destiny, what do I learn? when will I ever learn?

I've been a little slow in making my path lately; lethargic. I've just recently woke from a year-long repressed, uncomfortable, restless, stagnant slumber. Some parts of me have still not woken up from this slumber, but I'm getting there. Whether by crawling, day Dreaming, Osmosis, or any form of Quantum Physics, I don't care; I'm getting there.

Apparently, for now, this is where I'm supposed to be, and whatever I'm doing, is exactly what I ought to be doing. So 'doing it', I am. I'm sure that there will be lessons, tips, pointers, memories and a whole buncha' stuff I need to learn from all of this.

I haven't been writing a lot, and the things I have written I haven't considered them postworthy, so I haven't (posted them). There's this gap between Heart and Mind that I'm trying to fill, and I'm writing my way to it. I'm Slowly paving that road to Clarity, which is what I'm asking for; to Unity of Self. I'm pretty sure that's what I need. As soon as I achieve that Clarity, 'The Path' will come to be. But the hard work is up to me. No one can make that path for me.

*Since I'm sitting in the Director's chair, I've cut some parts out of the original, but that's pretty much how Movie Making works.

**Special Thanks to Michele Brivio, no se me olvida la conversación que tuvimos, gracias. Esto es parte del resultado, like I said, means a lot to me, and the things you said inspired my want and need to write and post :)

Love Always,

Tixah

Pensar o Sentir?

No entiendo porque a veces la vida se complica tanto. Es una tonteria para muchos. Para aquellos que viven, para aquellos que no paran, para aquellos quienes no miran atrás y piensan. Esas personas son las que creen que uno siente que la vida es una tragedia, que somos unos quejones y que no hacemos nada para mejorar nuestra propia situación.

Yo soy una de las que piensan. Siempre pienso. TODO. Analizo y diseco cada cosa que vivo. Especialmente en esos momentos claves en mi vida. Y soy aun peor cuando se trata del amor. Pienso en lo que hice, en lo que dije, en lo que no dije y en lo que no hice, en lo que pensé en decir. Lo pienso todo. 'Debí de hacer eso en ese momento'. O, 'La proxima vez que lo vea...' y me la paso así siempre. Yo soy de la teoría de 'la bola está en mi/su cancha', soy de las que piensan que una te toca a ti, y una me toca a mi.

Detesto ser yo la que haga todo y la que busque todo. Me gusta que haya un balance. Me gusta-- me ENCANTA sentir que hay un interés. Sentir que alguien se preocupa por mi y yo le importo de igual manera. Mi vida yo la pienso, y a veces decido sentir, o como actualmente, bloquear mis sentimientos y repeler ciertas situaciones.

Para los que pensamos, sabemos que cuando hemos sido heridos toma mucho tiempo recuperarse y pararse bien en sus dos patas, confiar de nuevo, dejarse llevar, dejarlo que fluya (lo cual personalmente, NO SOPORTO HACER, LO ODIO!!!!!!) y atreverse a sentir... (Por más lindo que eso sea, cuando nos atrevemos a hacerlo). Me encanta el amor. Me encanta sentir las cosas lindas. Pero no me gusta la decepción.

Personalmente, estoy harta de ella.

Y por eso... Mejor pienso, como siempre.

I remember...

[The Original]

I remember you, I remember the long nights that made my days happier. Every message I'd get from you. Every IM, every e-mail. I remember. I remember thinking of you nonstop, always in the back of my mind humming slowly, but always, all ways there. I remember the way we'd keep each other up til very, very late, (more than was safe for both our jobs and health) talking about everything, about you and me, and us, and our impossible future together; dreaming.

I remember all of your kind words, the ones that still up to this date, even if everything was a lie, give me hope. I don't hate you, and that's the most (I will butcher the word here) ironic part of it all. I don't hate you, not one bit, and believe me, it is quite easy for me to hate someone, and when I do, I hate deeply and thoroughly. I remember your voice and that cute little accent that had my stomach doing backflips the whole time I got to talk to you, just for that one time.

I remember all the things you said, and I've kept with me almost every conversation we've ever had. They are things I dare not erase, or delete. Sometimes they get me through the day. Like when that one time you said 'You have my heart.' and I actually thought I did, because you certainly had mine. I remember the way you made me feel, every time you gave me hope; you gave me something I didn't have. Something I was too afraid to have. I felt more things not being with you than being with someone else.

And yet, despite everything that didn't happen, and in spite of everything that did, I still have happy memories of that time, and I am still fond of you, because knowing you has made me a better person. You gave me strength, and courage, and hope, and faith, at times when these were mere words in books and dictionaries. You gave me something I hadn't had in a while. Bliss; Love. You made me better, and I am thankful every day for it.

Love, Always and Love Always.

Tiziana Antonia Bardellino

Weekly ramble.

It's been happening again lately, that my mind wanders to places far away, and sometimes, not that far, but simply so deep inside itself, that my focus and concentration are hard to reach.

This week has been... interesting <--- that, is certainly NOT the word I am looking for. It's been, weird. Long, Broke, Confused, Messed up, Tired, (And I think I just went on from describing my week, to describing, oh say, me), Cranky. It has something to do with Hormones, but I think it's unfair to blame it all on them.

The most I've been is torn and confused, but then again, a small conversation with my cab driver of the day... Yes, I do listen to them from time to time, help from some good music, re-reading an old blogpost, and deciding to send everything to hell and beyond, I think I'm getting somewhere. Or so I hope, and I do hope.

Today's the day when my life changes. Again, just a little more. But what are we without change, challenge, conquers, dreams, hope, and vision?

An empty shell.

Trials and errors...

I've had that phrase in my mind for the past few days. Glued to my mind. It's my waking thought. Almost. At least, it's my most permanent and constant thought. Everyday I walk into the agency (where I am currently doing my -first- three month intership, in hopes they'll hire me) and I am challenged with coming up with strategies, giving ideas, being the new girl and doing a good job, fresh faced and sharp eyed, full time.

I have to battle with my tiredness, the constant lack of sleep that I've brought on myself -mind you, I am NOT complaining- because I'm still working somewhere else (my brother's bar) also full time, the night shift. I am getting by with 4-6 hours of sleep every night, which is not nearly enough for me, and my foggy brain, which is already used to a nice dose of 8-10.

I have welcomed the change. It's something I needed. An urge etched deep within my bones, a thought that hasn't left my mind for over a year, still hasn't. I've made it my drug, and like a junkie, I need more. I need change.

I need MORE change. I need to cut ties, to grow my wings, spread them and fly. Fly as far away from this nest, as I know my wings can take me.

I know I sound... dissatisfied. I am. I am dissatisfied with the way I feel, the way my life has not progressed in a while, and the way I still go back to feeling that way. The sad part, is that I just realized that I relate that feeling to someone. A very specific and quite important person in my life.

I am aware that it sounds bad. It is bad, but I feel smothered. I keep on hearing how I should grow and grow up, how I should make my own path and go down that road. And yet, every time I try there's always some harsh comments behind it. I feel like it's not an option for some people to see me move forward. Like nothing I do is ever good enough. Only what they do.

I need to cut some ties. Sadly these are ties that can't be cut. Is there any other way to deal with them? I don't know. If there is, I still haven't figured it out, but I am sure I will. After all, no one holds the answers to your life like you do, and everything you ever need to know about yourself is within you. I just need to learn how to read them and trust myself. Because no one ever will like I can.

The good thing is, that I know I can make it. And I will, because I can't live with myself otherwise. There's many things in my way, and most of those things, are great things, designed just for me. Godsent.

I'm gonna make it mine,* because it's mine to make.

Love Always,
to infinity and beyond,

Tixah

*Jason Mraz - Make it Mine. I highly recommend this cheerful, hopeful, free spirited, and mood improving song.

Semicrisis

Tengo mucho que no escribo. Lo sé. Hasta Checo (que nunca ha leido mi blog...) me lo dijo. Y tiene tooooda la razón. De hecho ha sido una inconformidad a la que le he estado dando vueltas en mi cabeza. Llevo semanas pensando en qué escribir, y no encuentro. No daba pie con bola, por así decir.

Mientras iban pasando los dias, luego las semanas y creo que hasta el mes... Se me iban ocurriendo varias cosas las cuales rapidamente descartaba por desgane y falta de continuidad cerebral y desconcentración; Maravillosa desconcentración.

Ahora, en este momento no sé si estoy concentrada, pero estoy en crisis, lo cual bien puede hacer que yo me inspire y\o me concentre, dependiendo la situación y el momento. He estado un poco ocupada (lo cual no es excusa suficientemente buena como para yo dejar de escribir, pero hice un compromiso conmigo y con mi blog v 3.0), y este era que si no tenia algo bueno, coherente e interesante que decir, no lo haría. Aunque en este momento no estoy segura de que me importe mucho.) pero aquí estoy, en mi hora de almuerzo, posponiendo el hambre, las ganas de comer y la poca sanidad mental que me queda y que me elude.

Es increible como ciertas cosas pueden mandarte a un rinconcito dentro de tí misma que habías pensado que ya no existía. Como te entra ese miedito irracional, que te para-- que no permite que pienses o actúes dentro de 'la normalidad' dentro de tu normalidad. La que has creado para tí y para los demás a lo largo de tu existencia. Es tedioso saber que hay ciertas cosas que aun viven en ti y aun más dificil aceptarlo. Saber que esa parte de tu 'crecimiento' y 'madurez' son sólo una ilusión vaga e incierta. Un fantasmita que puede visitarte cuando menos lo esperas y matarte (o intentarlo...) de un susto.

Pero ya, todo eso terminó, y por ahora aquí estoy. Bien, calmada. Normal.

Lo que sea que eso quiere decir.

Un millón de besitos,
Tiziana 'Normal' / Tixah

It's A Miracle....

You know, it truly is a miracle that people find it in their hearts to start families. People who come from broken and abusive homes actually want to have a family. I should know I'm one of them. Today I had an argument with my sister (one of many) and she kindly told me that I am a waste of space, that's doing nothing with her life. Isn't she the best?? The real incredible thing is that as soon as she left and I cooled down the only thing I thought of was, that I don't want my daughters to be shitty to each other the way mine is with me.

It makes me want to cry.

What kind of sister kicks you when you're down???

Sure I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing, but I'm trying to figure it out. I just don't know where to start looking.

I have a negligent father, a verbally abusive mother, an indifferent brother, and a bitch of a sister.

I still want a family, maybe because I want to show my self that it can be different. Maybe because I'm not loved enough, not understood enough, not needed or wanted enough. I don't know. But I want a family I can call my own.

A miracle, I swear that's what it is.

Yours truly....

Do you relate?

In the past few weeks I've been riding a The Mental-Meltdown Rollercoaster.

Yes, I shouldn't be letting you in on this, but I rather be riding my Happiness-Rainbow Bound Unicorn instead. And I haven't had the heart to sit here and type to bitch and moan about life* getting in the way of Life*.


So, besides this half-hellish week I had, what else can I tell you? You know what? Everytime I write I want it to be meaningful. I want to make you think, make you feel. I want to somehow relate to you, bond with you in a way that makes words enough.

I want you to relate to the things I have to say. To mutely listen. To understand that there's something bigger than us, and that we are a part of it. And whoa I just realized that I started to ramble. I guess maybe, sometimes words aren't enough.

I think I can tell you I've received a few metamessages from the Universe. It's (not ironic, but I still can't find the word for it...) how sometimes things just 'pop' out of nowhere and cross your path in that dubious form of 'signs', repeating or strengthening-- echoing the thought that was already forming in your mind.

Forcing you to think harder, to see beyond that microscopic sliver of hope, or chance. Setting you back or pushing you forward, but getting in your face. Making a point to get in your face from different angles.

"You have to do what you want, no matter what", "Follow your heart, follow your dreams", "Be happy", Currently it just happened with a song that started playing: 'Stuck in a moment' U2).
Sometimes it's easier than we think (I can attest to that) but there's always something (or someone holding us back, that we urgently need to get rid of) in order to be truly happy and do the things we want to do.

I hope that those of you who can do it, will take my advice.

I love you, whoever you are, and I appreciate you taking the time to read this. Thank you.

Love, Always.

Tixah

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1* Life: The life you're living.
2* Life: The life you want to live.
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You are lost without your dreams... Give me a sign. Remady Ft. Manu-L

Diálogo Mental 1

[El resto de una conversación en mi cabeza]

Yo: No te lo puedo explicar.
Tú: Todo se puede explicar...
Yo: ¿Tú cree?
Tú: Sip, solo hace falta un corazón que vibre a tu frecuencia.
Yo: ¿Y cómo se consigue eso?
Tú: Con el amor.
Yo: ¿Y el amor verdaderamente existe?
Tú: Claro.
Yo: ¿Cómo se siente? ¿Dónde se consigue?
Tú: No es cuestión de buscarlo; el amor te encuentra a tí.
Te llega.
En arrebatos de pasión, en lluvias de estrellas fugaces.
En miradas intensas y perdidas al otro lado de la habitación. En murmullos que se mimetizan con los sonidos de fondo.
En caricias timidas, en sonrisas cálidas.
En palabras que parecen no existir; en ideas que sólo tú entiendes su significado.
En la música de tu cabeza, en la ropa de tu cama, en el cuerpo que acompaña el tuyo.
En la risa que resuena en tu memoria y alegra tu día.
En el resplandor del sol.
En una botella al fondo del mar.
En tu corazón.
El amor existe y se encuentra en todos los lados.

Yo: ¿Vale la pena?
Tú: Más que nada en este mundo.
Yo: Más que nada en este mundo...

*Agradecimientos especiales a Oliver Ortega por inspirar este post e iniciar la ida en una.

[La otra parte:
Se siente como un huracán, como el éxito. Se siente como haber encontrado un tesoro. Se siente como una ola de calor y un cubetazo de agua fría. Como un derrumbe, como la unica luz dentro de tí. Como una verdad absoluta e indiscutible. Se siente como una furia. Se siente como tú decidas sentirlo. Se siente como dejarse llevar de la brisa sin tener un destino predeterminado.]

Tiziana A. B*

Hormones

Warning: Foul Language, Grumpiness, Mentions of PMS, Cursing and Rambling.

Oh hormones, how deeply I loathe you. Argh! You really know how to make me tick you motherfuckers. And it's always, always, aaaaaalways the same damn thing with you. Every month. And no, I do NOT have my period, but I think it's even worse those days or weeks prior to your period.

You dream of killing someone (figuratively of course) like your upstairs neighbour (again, a hypothetical example) for whichever reason. For me, the worst part is that it isn't even a 'regular' 28 day cycle, so you come to bother me randomly.

You make me cry while watching a movie, or reading a book, or just cause I didn't make it in time for that slice of Chocolate Cake or Ice Cream.

YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!

Why oh, why do we have to go through this same thing every month?

Hormones and the rest of the baby-making female plumbing/chemical reactors/internal lab should come in a friggin' box, to be used only when you ACTUALLY want a Rugrat (or kids) and please, OH fucking PLEASE, let's not even go there.

Once again, Hormones:

Gah!

Love (not this fucking time around, or maybe EVEN this time around) Always,
Tixah.

**Ooh... By the way I would like to thank Google for the images and the original author for each one of them. So thank you anonymous, giving, people and for your inspiring images. I do not own them, and I ain't making any profit off them either.

What would you do?

This quote has inspired me; my mind, to go beyond my own limitations. Beyond any existent boundaries and just think, and dream of all those things I COULD do.

This is a great and interesting question, one that makes you think, and dream, and wish. One that makes you wish to be all those things that you never had the courage to do, or try, for whichever reason, and thus it is responsible for this post.

What are those things you always longed for but never tried? Because you weren't good enough, because you thought you would fail, because you were embarrased, because you didn't know how, because your parents didn't approve (wouldn't like, or let you). Because you were afraid of what people would think, or because of whatever stupid reason you could think of and make up?

I want you to think about this, and I want you to be honest with yourself, and tell me, if there was ever a good enough reason to not do those things.

What would I do if I knew I could not fail?

I would be a KICKASS Dancer-Rockstar-Fashion Icon-Best Seller Author-Café/Publishing Agency/Dog Shelter (Benefactor)/ Lottery Stand OWNER-Bakery & Restaurant Business Partner-Multilingual Entrepeneur/Empowered Businesswoman-Event Planner-Marine Biologist-Clothes/PostCard/Miniature Maker AND Designer-Photographer-Tennis Player-Swimmer-Fashion Stylist-Communication Expert and Publicist-Guitar/Violin and Keyboard Player-Hair and Make up Model.

I may be missing one or two things, and I may have tried to do some of the aforementioned, but if it was up to me, I'd do them all and excell at each and every single one of them. Because I am JUST that good.

I feel compelled to ask you once more: What would -YOU- attempt to do, if you knew you could not fail?

Life

The first things you learn in life is that it's never fair. You see it everywhere, "why does that kid have nothing and I have everything? Why is he so happy when I'm unhappy?" And I'm not talking about envy. I'm just saying you notice these things, when you're growing up. Those of us that come from a broken or incomplete family see it more often than most. You need to actually fight tooth and nail to be happy and even then you might not accomplish it.

Parents like to shelter you from the wrongness of the world, but that's just doing us a disservice. How can you expect to protect your children from reality?? They're gonna find out anyway, sooner than you'd like. I learned at the staggeringly young age of 4 that I was no longer innocent and naive. Makes you wonder what I saw or heard that actually made me open my eyes like a new born.

Life

What a complicated thing it is. If one could call it that. An existence where the outcome is unknowable, where your decisions are measured and weighed to impact your life negatively or positively. Makes you wonder what the right and wrong choices are.

I've learned so far that there aren't any. This is no right choice or wrong. It's as simple as a choice, a decision. Your decision and your choice. Life may not be fair, but it's still yours to do with it as you see fit.

Tooth and nail, remember. Tooth and nail...

Poch

Someone Special...

All the things we talk about, you know they stay on my mind...

Some say that time changes. Best friends can become strangers. I don't want that no not for you. If you just stay with me we can make it through.

All the things we laugh about, they'll bring us through it every time.

I seriously think that there isn't anything better or more fulfilling than having a best friend that's there for you whenever you need them. You've been that for me and hopefully I'm that for you too.

When you have no light to guide and no one to walk beside you. I will come to you.

Cause even if we can't be together we'll be friends now and forever, and I swear that I'll be there come what may.

Thank you for being a part of my life...

The little things...

You know I just noticed that it's the little things that make life so enjoyable.

The smell of coffee, a cigarette when I'm stressed, chocolate, talking nonsense in the middle of the night with my best friend, reading a good book, making out with... anybody! SEX!! <- that's not a little thing, but hey it's damn enjoyable. Don't miss out on stupid shit. The stupid shit is what makes everything else worth it.

Sneaking off to the beach, drinking till you can't drink anymore, watching a movie, writing....

Don't miss out on life... take a chance! Leap and just think... no regrets.

~ Pochi ~

Lately Semana Santa/Spring Break

{Semana Santa es un tiempo para... pensar, reflexionar, beber, irse de la ciudad por unos días, etc.

No para mí. Tuve que trabajar y por un lado estoy muy agradecida: Tengo trabajo y me gusta el silencio y ver la ciudad (bah, escribir en español me resulta frustrante y tedioso. Nunca encuentro la palabra correcta) desierta. No hay tapones, no hay mucha gente, se siente la tranquilidad y la paz EN la ciudad. Es refrescante... }

For me, Spring Break wasn't a time to think and reflect. I think (all the time, way too damn much) and reflect from time to time, like 'lately'. 'Lately' is the time line I will be using instead of Spring Break, because it wasn't Religion, or Easter that has brought this on. Like many other times, 'Lately' was brought on by Life, itself.

Lately I've been bouncing back and forth through some emotions,
lately, I've been struggling with myself.
Lately, I've been harshly honest,
Lately, I've felt love
Lately, I've admired kids and children,
Lately I've thought about you,
Lately I've forgotten you.

Lately, I've felt f r e e.
Lately I've loved myself more than no one ever has and ever could,
Lately I've felt HAPPY, exhilaratingly happy, happier than I thought possible in this past year.
Lately I've told a very important secret, and I felt bad about it anyway, like I tend to do.

Lately I've been Social Networking and Preaching what I (try to) practice,
and also trying to practice what I preach. Which isn't always easy.

Lately I've petted kittens and dogs, kissed my nephews and told everyone I know how much I appreciate them,
Lately, and not always I've heard the same thing back or felt it was true.
Lately, I haven't given a damn about it, because I don't care, and it DOESN'T matter.

Lately, I've been trying to live life, instead of listening or thinking.
Lately, I've been ripping the band-aids off my skin,
Lately, I've poured alcohol over my wounds and stuffed them with gauze,
and wrapped them again with tape and some bubble wrap.

Lately, I've been given a chance to live. Every day, ANOTHER day.
Lately, I forgot what I was just about write (instead of this, again).
Lately, I've actually lived, gone out and enjoyed myself.
Lately, I've been writing again, a lot. And I've loved every word I've written.

Lately, I feel blessed even when I have crappy days,
like today, because I am alive, because Dogs exist,
because I have the greatest family anyone could ever wish or ask for,
because 'Friends' might and do exist outside a 90's (half crappy) TV show.

Because there are Stars,
there's a Moon, and a Sun.
Because there's a Universe.

Lately, I've confirmed that to me the little things mean more than 1 big thing can.
Because EVERY big thing is made out of little things.
Lately, I've felt like myself again, and I've loved it.

Lately, I've been trying to make it a habit of eating breakfast everyday, for the first time in years.
Lately I've been shaking with laughter.

Lately, I've been having such a great time that it has kept me awake, just remembering it.

Lately, I've thrown 'Caution','Care' and 'Carefulness' out the window and watched them shatter and break,
because no matter how much Caution I use, how Careful I am and how much I care,
things are still gonna happen the way they're going to happen.

Lately, I've tried to drill in my head, that making mistakes is ok because even if they hurt, you learn from them, and you have what you need to not make them again.

Lately, I've been teaching myself to enjoy every moment of my life that I can, because (you never know how) soon, and someday it'll be over, for real, that time.
Pine box, Six Feet Under kind of real, over.

Lately, I've realized how much I missed going out, writing and just BEING me.

Lately, I've also realized how much change happens within yourself,
Lately, I've been making changes.
Lately, I've listened to great songs.

Lately, I've confirmed another thought: You DON'T have to like me, chances are, I probably don't like you either. And I don't care, you shouldn't either. Because I DO like me, and THAT'S what matters.

Lately, it has dawned on me that life is about those things and people you DO like.
But life is about YOURSELF, because no one else will live and die for you.

Lately, I have found myself becoming one of those "I'll burn that bridge when I get to it" kind of person,
and I like it. Even if I burn my bridges "shore to shore" when I ignite them.

Lately, I've booked a round trip for myself, to go ALONE somewhere, just because I can.
And I intend to enjoy every single s e c o n d of it.

Lately, I've repeated to myself that I WON'T apologize or say: 'I'm Sorry' when I am not at fault.
Because even if I -am sorry- I am right.
And I will be RIGHT even when it's WRONG to be right.
Because that's WHO I am, because that IS what I am, and because I believe in that.

And I will fight to the death, for that one thing I believe in.

Lately I've sat on a swing, and swung higher than ever before,
Lately, the tic in my right eye has disappeared, for the first time in 5 months.
Lately, I've scribbled random stuff on myself with a pink Sharpie.

Lately, I've watched the Sunrise,
Lately, I've admired the Stars,
Lately, I've rubbed my Buddha's Belly, and My Own, for luck as well as for kicks.

Also, Lately I have decided that I don't care too much if you read this post, because I wrote it anyway.
Lately, I don't care if you will review it, because if you don't, I will.

Lately, even if I won't beg for a comment, I will still appreciate it and thank you for taking the time to read me and review it.

And even if you don't,
I will still love you, just a little less.

But I guess, how you see things it's what really matters, right?

At least... Lately.

Love, Always,
Always, Always.
Tiziana.

Feelings: What's mine is mine.

(This is Cynthia's response, upon reading my piece 'Feelings')

It's like a painting, where the significance or the meanings isn't just one. It's hundreds. And they each have their own little point of existence. My happiness and your happines, my sadness and your sadness, they may seem the same, and they may be the same, and yet they're not. Everyone makes their emotions or feelings uniquely theirs, and that's what makes them so amazing.

Cynthia Fabré/Pochi

Introducing a Friend to M/H M.

I want to take this very special occ-- post, to introduce a very dear friend of mine to you, and my blog.

Her name is Cynthia, some of you may know her. For those of you who don't: She's not only my bestest-estest-ESTEST friend in the whole wide world, but she is also a Kick-Ass, great writer and will be gracing Mind Heart Mechs v3.0 with some of her wonderful posts from time to time.

I hope you'll love her writing as much as I do, and give her feedback.

Remember, us writers we starve unless you comment. (So, please do. I'm not above a little begging. See?) :) Love, Tixah.

PS: Next post is Cynthia's.

Feelings

There's probably a million of them, and I don't even think there's a way to quantify or measure them, but feelings are beautiful, no matter which feeling we're talking about. They are ALL beautiful.

There are as many feelings as waves in the sea.

The depth, intensity, the meaning behind them, makes them special.... As most things they're not black and white, they're not just an adjective or a noun. They're real, and they matter. They're extremely important to us and our existence. Each one of them. Not just what they are, but how we react to them and what they mean to us. Feelings aren't the only important thing, but our ABILITY TO FEEL.

That's what makes life grand. That's (part of) what makes life beautiful :)

[A Kaleidoscope, a spinwheel of colors that never stops. Permanently swirling...]

Love Always, Tixah.

Interlude

I've had so many ideas and subjects floating around my head these past few weeks, that I haven't been able to settle on a single one to get a post across. I had plans about what I should write first, and all the subsequent ideas from those original first posts, but all I did was start on way too many, getting nowhere. I decided that I don't care. I will post them as they come and as I finish them. I don't care which post is the one that unlocks the following one since they will probably relate, anyway. I've never made much sense (Instead you've made sense out of me and my ramblings).

Why start now? It's much more fun when YOU think.

I hope you enjoy!

:)

PS: Blogger decided to be a ***** and delete my first and excellent draft about this, making this one feel a little hokey.

Reloading . . . . . .

Vuelve... o-oh vuelve... Lalalalaiiila-lala.

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Si, es hora de la tercera entrega de este, su blog: Mind / Heart Mechanics :P

Es la misma temática (aleatoria): Mind / Heart Mechanics; Función y Relación, que varios de ustedes ya conocen. Hablo de todo un poco y mucho de nada al mismo tiempo.

Stick around.

:)