2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,200 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.

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Because it’s such a scary place with a truly fascinating history

Ghostly World™

Xochimico, Mexico

STATUS: Still standing


In the canals of Xochimico (near Mexico City) lies a rather disturbing island decorated with dolls. The Island of the Dolls (in Spanish, “Isla de las Munecas”) is the home to several hundred deformed and creepy dolls, most of them missing limbs, heads, or eyes. They are haunting enough by day, but they are truly terrifying at night.

The island’s twisted history began when the island’s sole inhabitant, Don Julian Santana, found the body of a little girl who had drowned in the canal nearly fifty years ago. Being haunted by the sight of her skeletal cadaver, he did what he could to try and please the girl’s spirit. When he found a doll floating in the canal recently after finding the girl, he put it on a tree to please her and protect the island from evil.

Santana was not pleased…

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Love And Other Drugs

I’ve just finished watching the movie ‘love and other drugs’ (I know, it’s been out since 2010 but oh well), and I have to admit -although I normally kind of hate romantic movies because well.. they make you cry and feel sorry for yourself for not having the same kind of perfect relationship as the people in the movie do-  but this one actually got to me. A lot. In fact, it’s one of my all times favorite romantic movies. Along with ‘P.s. I love you’. I love the story of the movie, the way they make it real. You can see Maggie (Anne Hathaway) suffer from phase 1 Parkinson, on the age of 26. And you see her struggle with her illness, her guilt of having Jamie (Jake Gyllenhaal) taking care of her. You see them both struggle with their feelings. He’s a player who has never really cared about anyone, and just used people to get whatever he was after. He had sex with every women he’d meet. And then he meets Maggie and he falls in love. Hard.  And she’s someone who tends to lock people out after a while, and never fully lets them in, and then they meet each other. And fall in love. And what a beautiful love it is. Beautiful. 


I’ve had tears in my eyes a couple of times, thank god my boyfriend stopped by earlier because I was just about to get to the break-up part.
So I had the movie paused for a couple of hours.
I love it, I really, really do.
Especially the part where he talks to her, after he’s chased her bus to Canada down. It’s so emotional and real. So pure. So honest. So loving.



“You meet thousands of people, and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person, and your life is changed. Forever.”

– Jamie Randall , ‘Love and other drugs’


This is a quote from the movie, it comes at the end, when he looks back at his life and his relationship. It immediately made me think of my boyfriend. He did change my life, has been since the day we met, almost two years ago. 
Normally, I grow tired of my boyfriends after about a month or three, because it’s around that time that my blinding mask of love falls of (they do say love makes people blind, indeed) and I can see that he’s not as perfect as I first thought him to be. I admit, most guys, I didn’t knew very well or long when we’d start dating. And after the mask comes off, I see how irritating or lying and cheating or whatever he is. And I get so frustrated and irritated by him, that at one day I just reach a point where I can’t take it anymore, and break up with him.
But not with this one.
He’s so sweet, caring, always has been.
He does his best to cheer me up when I’m down.
He’s not good with words when it comes to cheer me up, so instead, when I’m crying and feeling horrible, he just quietly takes me into his arms, wipes my tears away and holds me ’till I feel a bit better. He’d even kiss and caress my hair or kiss my cheek, forehead, …
He’ll do anything to make me happy again, ’cause when I’m hurt, he’s hurt.
I love him more and more everyday.
I could spend hours, days, just staring at him, letting my fingers run along his.
I love him so much, that it hurts to be apart.
He’s the one that changed my life, and of which I hope that he’ll forever will 

But I’m not going to tell what the movie is all about, you’ll just have to see and find out for yourself. I hope you’ll enjoy the movie. 


Looking Back

It’s around this time of the year that I always sit and think for a moment.
As I sit and think, I look back on the past year. Did I achieve the goals I had set for myself? Am I happy now?

And if I’m being completely honest with myself, I have to admit that I didn’t get where I wanted to be.
By now, I thought I’d be in my second year of college studying to become a history/ English teacher in high school.
I had to let go of my dream to be a teacher once I found out that I just wasn’t able to talk in front of so much people, the history/English part, I would’ve succeeded in, if I would’ve worked harder, but the teaching part… no… that failed.
So I watched my dream of the past eight to ten years just..crumble and burn to ashes. Which was hard.
Instead, I’m now in my first year of Graphical Design.
Studying something I swore I’d never, ever do again.
And I have to admit, I hate this first semester, since I have every possible course, and I hate web design for example.
But the second semester is going to be much, much better, since after our January exams, we get to choose our study. There are four different ones, and we have to pick one.
I feel good about mine, even though I’m leaving my great friends from my class now behind…
So as far as school goes, I consider myself failed.
I lost contact with some friends. Some I don’t mind losing contact with, but the school year before, I had four great friends, and I surely miss them…
I’m so busy with school all the time now (yes, even more than last year!), since we have to constantly work and all my remaining time goes to my family, hobbies and my amazing boyfriend.
That’s a big win for me this year.
A year ago, I had my heart broken by a boy that I loved, but he didn’t love me back. Instead, he used me. Played me. Which hurt, a lot.
So, while writing in my Diary (which I don’t really do anymore) I promised myself, as I was writing a poem, that in a year or so, I’d make a perfect pair with someone, that I’d be happy, in love. That I’d find a great boy and love him to bits.
I said that he would be nice, loving, caring, tender and playful, maybe even a bit romantic.
And I’m so deliriously happy to say that I have found him.
No matter what, he stands by my side. Even though the past four months and three weeks I’ve often been a wreck. He’s seen and heard me crash so often. He’s seen me beautiful, sleazy, tired, annoyed, irritated, happy, crying, …
and he was always there for me. Even without saying something. He’d just take me in his arms and caress my hair. Tell me everything would be ok and that he was there for me.
He makes me feel so safe.  So happy.

Although I’m about six years younger than him, he doesn’t treat me like a little child just because I’m ‘only’ 20 years old, no, he treats me as an adult. He helps me be more adult, and he doesn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed when I do behave a little .. immature. When I act silly, laughing for absolutely no reason, smiling, sticking out my tongue (yes, I love to do that, can’t help it).
He likes that I still feel young. That I still believe in fairy tales. He says it makes me cute.
That I’m cute.
Looking back on the past year, he’s the best thing that happened to me.
And tonight, I’ll spend my first Christmas eve with him and a part of his family.
I’m going to meet his godchild, so like I said yesterday, I’m nervous.
I’ll start early enough to prepare myself for tonight. Have a nice long shower to calm down the nerves, take enough time to dress up and do my make up, …

I hope this is the start of a beautiful tradition. The beginning of many Christmas holidays together. Of a life together. A beautiful life.


I’m not the same girl that I was a year ago as well. I know my parents, especially my mom will tell me otherwise, but I did grow up.
I’m thinking about my future, about working and earning money myself. I’m thinking of going on a short vacation with my love, thinking about living together one day, thinking about babies (don’t worry, not the first three years, at least), …
I want to feel more useful, I want to be able to cook, take care of myself, stand on my own two feet.
And really, I’ve been feeling that way since I spent three weeks on my own during Summer break, while the rest of the family was out on vacation.
I managed just fine really.
I cleaned, cooked, prepared meals for myself, did the dishes myself, took care of the pets, …

And I dress differently as well. I still wear a lot of black, since it’s my favourite colour, along with red, and okay, sometimes you can find me wearing a ‘childish’ t-shirt, or gothic things that –as my mom likes to say- makes me look like a slut, but that’s just who I am, and I’m not going to apologize for being myself.
I wear whatever I like, and it’s not like I’m going to dress slutty when I have to go to something formal.
I like black, I love black, I adore black, because of many reasons. First of all: it reminds me of death, which –of course- is not a pleasant or a good thing, but still it does happen. Everyday. People get born, they live and then, at some point, either way too early, mostly way too early, they die. So whenever I wear black, I think back of all the people I’ve lost, I have to say goodbye to. That way, I’ll never forget them. I’ll honour them, by living a good life, but showing them then no matter what, they are always with me, because I’ll always wear something black. How tiny or little it may be, even if  you can’t always see it.
Second, I find black a rather elegant, fashionable, mysterious colour. So whenever I wear black, I feel mysterious, a kind of special.
I don’t want to be one of those people that follow the rest. Whenever purple’s the new trendy colour , everyone starts to wear purple. No. Not me. I want to be different, show people that I have my own personality and style.
I am me. And even though I may not be the smartest, most beautiful or talented person on this planet, I am proud of who I am and what it is that I have achieved, how little that may be.
And I hope that I’ll never forget that.


Christmas Nerves

I’m so looking forward to tomorrow evening. Christmas eve with my love. Spending hours and hours together, meeting a part of his family at first, then coming back to end the evening with my family.
I’m looking forward to it, but also very nervous. It’s the first time that I’ll actually meet family of a boyfriend of mine. Before, I’ve met parents or brothers and sisters (once), normally I don’t even get that far in a relationship, so I’m freaking out a bit.
He spend the past few weeks assuring me that I’ll be fine, but still.. I can feel my heart pound in my chest.
Oh well, I’ll make sure that I look great (with just a bit of make-up, since it’s a special day) and then show everyone my most magical smile. Hope it ‘ll work. 
And I hope my family won’t be too hard on him, or won’t be too irritating by asking too many questions. 
I just hope everything ‘ll go just fine.
I hope he will like his present (two presents actually, but ssht).
And I’m excited to see his.
Wish me good luck for tomorrow, and I hope you all have a wonderful, magical Christmas (eve)!



I love December.
It may be cold and wet, but that makes it even more cosy to just stay inside with a nice warm blanket, some hot chocolate (with whipped cream, of course!) and a nice warm fire. 
It’s even better when you have someone who loves you (boyfriend/girlfriend) to sit with you by that fire and just enjoy the small things in life.
See the lights on the streets when it’s dark, lighting up the sky.
Making you feel happy, it always makes me smile.
Brightens up my day.
And then, in the end, after a long and hard and tiresome day, you come home. To the warmth of home, and fall asleep in the arms of your loved one.
It’s heaven really.
I love how you get to go out and buy presents for everyone that matters, so today I went out to buy the Christmas present for my boyfriend.
We decided to do it on Christmas, since we both already get presents for New Years and well.. I find that kind of stupid.
I’d rather find some presents under the Christmas and unpack them with all those Christmas songs playing in the background, by the light of Christmas decoration than just on the day when a new year has begun…
So, I asked him if we could do our presents on Christmas, and he agreed -isn’t he a dear?-.
So yes, I love Christmas holidays.
And that’s why I hate the fact that if you’re in college, you’re supposed to be studying during that period.
What kind of evil person has invented that?
“Hey, since I’m always alone with Christmas and New Years (Eve), I want to make everyone suffer the way I do every year. I’ll invent something called exams, and place them in the first weeks after the holidays, that way everyone’ll spend their vacation studying, muahaha ! *insert evil laugh here*”
bastard –‘
Well, too bad for that person, but I’m going to combine both.
I’ll have and a vacation and a study period.
I’ll study during the day, so that in the evening, I can have some time off.
I hope it ‘ll work.
Anyway, now I’m going to unpack my boyfriend’s gift and wrap it in a new wrapping.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!