Cupcakes!

It's been a while, a looong while, I know, and I have a lot of things to say. First of all, I finished my reiki sessions, and I'm like a whole new person, full of energy and as happy as a lark! Secondly, I've started my classes again, after 6 months of strike, and I'm not a t all on study mode hahaha, it's quite difficult to keep track on one's studies when one hasn't been studying for so long, but here I am, trying hard not to be left aside. Finally, I've started my own business!! Yeeyy. For that I must thank two special people: Jenny (for all the reiki and therapy that allowed me to stand on my feet again and start working hard) and Alma (from http://www.almascupcakes.es/ and http://www.objetivocupcake.com/), who has been my sole inspiration to start baking myself, and I've realized that I love baking, it makes me feel great! So, I'm not even CLOSE to achieve Alma's dexterity, but I don't even WANT to emulate her, she is just so perfect that I know I couldn't make it (besides, she is very skillfull in the photograph section, and I'm just a disastrous photographer), and my cupcakes sell well enough even if they're not as pretty as they should be. Soo here are some pictures of my beloved morsels (I won't embarrass myself by posting some of Alma's work, you can go on and click on her links and be astonished at her amazing skill and yummy cupcakes if you want to) and a big kiss and a million hugs to all of you ghosts of my soul :)

PS: I also do cake-bons and cookies :)

Bad thoughts

So here we are. A lot of time has passed since my last confession (I mean post), and all I have to say is that I'm a sinner, 'cause I've been having bad thoughts, and dreams, and wishes. But that's not the bad part, the worst (and what's making me feel like a rat) is that I enjoy such toughts, dreams and wishes, and even though I tell myself I shan't fall into temptation, I keep having and enjoying those damn thoughts (and dreams and wishes, of course).

The only thing I can say to my favor is that I'm currently producing something based on that stuff instead of daydreaming or reading it out of my system. That's right, writing this sh***t IS considered a productive way of using my time... who would say, huh?

So anyyyway, I'm sick of feeling like a rat, and I'll do something about it: I'll try and entertain you ghosts of mine for a little while. How, you ask? well, I tell you, I have absolutely no idea.... Any piece of advice?
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Oh, that's right, you're ghosts, and generally mute, you haven't have fun since you actually existed, so you cannot help ME being a bit more entertaining... That actually helps me feel better about myself, even if I'm still in my ratty mood, I could be doing a lot worse, like you, and not existing at all... hum, thank you phantom hord, I feel much better now. I guess I can rely on you from now on, for whenever I'm down :)

So, that would be it!

Have a nice eternity of boredom!!

PS: I don't actually BELIEVE I'm a sinner... that's for people who believe in Christmas.

Mourning time

I just wanted to pay my respects at the lovely writer Diana Wynne Jones, who died, as I just heard, this March. I'm really sad at these news, for I have become a steady fan of her, and have been feeling like I knew her through her lovely books.
I must say that Diana's fantasy worlds, filled with magic and color have been a recent and marvellous discovery, they have transported me to my childhood in a most wonderful way, and have satiated my desire for magic in a way no other book nor movie has ever done before. I am feeling her death deeply, and I want to loudly declare that the world needed her more than she could have suspected...

Thank you Diana, for all those hours of pleasure and enterteinment, for your kind english lessons and for the great inspiration that your marvelous stories have given and keep on giving to me.

When I was a skinhead and my cupcakes :)

Today, the photos come directly from my cell phone, so that crazy looking girl with a bald head is actually me, and no, I've never actually been a skinhead, and I don't think I'll ever be, thank you for the vote of trust, but YES I cut my hair off quite a while ago, and that's how I looked when I came off the beauty parlor and at the end of this post you'll see how I look now.
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Did you look at it already?
Yes?
Ok, then I can continue.
As you may have noticed on the bottom picture, I have a sweet looking pastry on my hand, and I must say, most proudly, that that little pastry is one of the first stack of cupcakes I have ever made.


And Even though I shouldn't, I must say that they looked adorable, and tasted delicious! The only thing was that my papers were average white ones, and that they came out of the oven stained and transparent, as you can see. The recipee and decoration, by the way, are a step by step copy of those Alma does, at her fabulous blog: http://www.objetivocupcake.com/, at the sundae cupcakes entry.

Then I made a cake with the same recipee (less the chocolate cover and plus a berries' jam filling) that I didn't even bother to photograph, because I screw up the decoration big time (even thou it came out just as delicious as the cupcakes), and with the remains I made a secon stack:


Finally, I used the remaining icing on these mini-cupcakes I made for a visit from my sister:

As you can see, there's a lot of them, but I made them this afternoon, and there are now 7 left... and I believe those seven won't survive till tomorrow (Of course I gave some to my sister and some to my cousin, who came afterwards and emphatically specified that his fiancée wouldn't even get to see them), but as I write the mini cupcakes are slowly disapiearing into my and my mum's stomach hehehe.

So, my beautiful phantoms (that's right, one of the good things of being imaginary followers and readers of my blog is that you all get to be beautiful), I'll leave you with the promised photo that shows my scruffy look, and my cute cupcake :)

Hugs and kisses (and that's the other good thing of being my followers ;)

Green flowers

So, it's been a while since I see you guys, but I'm here now with something for you. As you can't possibly know, because I haven't written here in a huge amount of time, I'm seeing a Reiki therapist, who has helped me unbelievably, seriously, I'm so happy to be doing this stuff I MUST recomend it to ALL of you, non-existent people to try it as well (maybe that way you will finally become real children!).
But my post is not about reiki and it's wonders, no. It is about something reiki got me thinking about... My grandma.
You'll see, my granny died when I was really young, and that was a terrible loss for me, because when I was even younger, she spent almost all her time with me, and when I grew up a little bit she remained a close companion, quietly accepting my childhood needs of spending time at my friend's houses and watching too much TV for my own good.
One of my first memories of her depicts her in thye tiny room she lived at before we moved to a bigger house. It was dark, illuminated by a yellow nightstand lamp, and completely filled by her huge embroidering frame (she didn't actually embroidered, but did a labor called "malla" in spanish and (Oh, what a discovery!) filet in english).


There was also a huge doll (I was like three, so maybe it wasn't THAT huge) called Lola, and dressed like a Gypsy. I adored that doll, but of course I wasn't alloud to play with her, because she was a very dear souvenir for my grandma, but I never recented that fact, I just loved to watch her and listen to my granny while I was at it. Many, many years later (almost 20 years) I named my little dog after that doll. I wanted her to have a coquetish name, and my thoughts flew to the gypsy Lola, with dark eyes and curly brown hair.
She also had a little TV set, and a little virgin Mary made of white hard plastic that she said looked over all of us in the house.

So this was my grandma, I called her "agolita" (a misspronunciation of "abuelita" which means granny) and really loved her, even though in her final years I took her for granted and sometimes got mad at her when she wouldnt let me play with my neighbours and my mum's makeup box at the front yard XD.

Whe she died I found it hard to cry. I was just angry at the doctors, and at myself. I remember entering her room and kissing her goodbye, but I really couldn't understand how her body was there and yet she wasn't. It was sad, very sad...

But we're not here for the sadness people!!! we're here to share one of the magical, beautiful moments life has presented me with. A few days ago, I passed by a flowershop near my house and had to walk over my steps to look at it again. It had a bunch of beautifully green flowers, just like the ones in the picture. I was amazed, for I've never seen green flowers before, but I've heard about them many years ago, on a country trip I took with my family and one friend when I was very little. There we were, at a kind of medow, walking happilly and talking about the colors of flowers, me and my friend, when my granny said "You know, there are green flowers too" we laughed at her and told her that the grass was green, not flowers "No" she said "there are green flowers, and I've seen them before". We were stonished, and spent the rest of the day looking for such marvels as green flowers. In the end we found some clovers or shamrocks and brought the to her, very satisfied "Yes" she laughed "those are green flowers too, but not the ones I was telling you about."

Many years have past, and I know nothing of my childhood friend, but the finding of those green flowers meant to me more than I can say to you guys. All I can do is write this post and hope that if someone ever reads it, they will understand, just a little bit, why green flowers are now my favourites while I don't think much of those hideous blue roses.

G'night, ghost horde, don't become strangers.

Steampunk, basterds and erotica

Hello, my ghost readers, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long for a new entry, but I hope you won't be dissapointed when you read this particular one... actually, I HOPE you won't be disapointed (now that I remembered that my sister reads this stuff I started to get a bit anxious about this whole idea...)
Well I better say it before I get cold feet. I had this dream today. I was napping a nasty sore throat away and I don't know how or were it came from but I started to have this dream about a spoilt handsome nobleman who becomes obsessed about bedding a middle class girl, an enterpreneur related to one of his many servants. Now this guy, being rich and handsome, and not responsible for his own life, has had a lot of partners, but none he had been really interested in, and none that had ever rejected him, so here we are in front of a classic love story about true love and self-improvement, with a princess-like heroine and a beast that turns into a prince... or, a saussy story with a lot of steampunk erotica in it, but not a classic written porn...... which tend to be quite dissapointing....... (not that I read that stuff Caro)
Now I have to go, so this will be continued...

Februabry

It is the end of february, and here I am, without a thought in my mind that I reckon worthy of sharing with you.
I could tell you about my super makeup kit, but I don't have any pictures, so it would feel incomplete.
I could tell you about my diet and stetic sessions, which are going great, but I am currently avid of eating something full of fat or sugar, so I won't.
I could tell you all about the old man that I found on the street the other day, whom I accompanied untill the police took him home, far away from Santiago, were he was lost and alone, but then I think I would cry...
So I thought I would write about the book I'm currently reading, called "The Clan of the cave bear", which is kind of old, but still remains kind of accurate in its vision of the paleolithic era. It's about a Cro-magnon girl who is adopted by a neanderthal clan, and about how she develops herself between them, getting to consider herself as part of the clan. Unfortunatelly, she is not, and will never be a neanderthal, so her possition in the clan is constantly challenged by her own unussual conducts. It is quite a good book, and I reccomend it, but quite frankly, I don't want to write anymore, so you'll have to make an idea of it by yourselves.

See ya later, IF you are not transparent, of course, on top of mute...

New year resolutions

Well, January is almost over and I haven't post a thing. You could say that I have little to tell you, but that's not entirely true, I actually have made a lot of new year resolutions, and, as it happens usually, I haven't done any of them yet.

The first one is to do a diet and a massage treatment to lose weight and corporal fat. Since I have to pay before getting the treatment, and my mum has broke one of her foot bones, I have to wait until my dad is free and can go with me to the medical centre and pay (I'm sorry, I'm not thinking in english today, so this may sound a bit unorganized). This should happen today after lunch, but I still don't know if my dad will make it.

The second resolution is to enter a gym and actually stay on it for a while, which I intend to do by means of befriending someone inside it, so we can give each other the strenghth to continue excercising. Of course i must pay for the gym also, and for that I need my dad again, so I hope today we can go to both places and get me ready to sweat and loose weight!

The next resolution is to learn how tpo drive, and that is kind of urgent now my mum is immovilized, but is the thing I want to do less. It's just that I already took a course several years ago, and it wasn't very good, so they didn't teach me how to park and stuff, so I failed the test, and I got afraid of driving giving the disastrous conditions by which I failed it... I kind of almost killed ourselves... But anyways I have been preparing myself for this for a while now, so I should be ready to start with lessons in one or two weeks.

Well those are my resolutions for the SUMMER ONLY because The rest of the year will bring me a part time job, so I can cope better with the Uni... I know it sounds like I'm on crack or something, but the thing is that my studies tend to be a tad easy, and people need a bit of stress in their lifes, so I'll get that extra bit of stress out of a job, so the Uni will seem much more ionteresting and a bit more difficult for me. Do you now see the logic in it?... well... how could you right? you don't even exist!!!

Thats all for January, I'll see you again on February... or at least I'll write for you on February, I won't actually see you, as you (assuming there IS someone who reads this blog) are in front of your own computer while I write this stuff.