My Chemical Romance

My chemical romance is one of my favourite groups.

I started following them when they released 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge' in 2004, which had four singles.
'Helena' and 'I'm not OK (I promise)' are the most popular songs of the CD.

 

Helena

It is told that this song talks about Way brothers grandmother. However, her real name was Elena.
This videoclip is amazing, it received lots of nominations for five MTV awards, but they didn't win any.
I cannot be objective because this is my favorite song.

I'm not OK (I promise)

This is also one of my favorite songs. It's lyrics are completely energyc, and I'll paste some thoughts that appear on the video, I love them.

If you ever felt alone, rejected, confused, lost, anxious, wrong, wronged, unclean, angry, ashamed, curious, used.
Be prepared to feel revenge.
Feel the romance.
...The chemical romance.



This band's sound was different from the others', they didn't look for fans or money.
This CD is a masterpiece which talks about feelings. Sad feelings they needed to expel and in that way make us participants of their hurt so we could see there are people around us feeling the same way. And then making us conscius about how to behave.

A month ago they released their fourth album, and I'm going to see their performance in Barcelona.
I haven't heard it all already. I know their style has changed a little bit, but ten years from their formation, I think they must have evolved. And I'm glad about it.

I'm feeling very happy and excited! I just cannot wait to see them!

Liquid

It was our last day in England. When I say our is because I wasn't alone.
Marta, Alba, Sara and I spent one month in Worthing, when we were fifteen and sixteen years old because we wanted to improve our English.

We spent a wonderful month there, and there were us, in Gatwick airport, looking for the right queue to check in our suitcases.
We asked a nice lady who showed us the way. When we got there the queue was long, but we didn't spend a long time there, the personal was very efficient.
I was like their mum (and I confess I like being it), asking everybody if they had their phones, passports, tickets and all that stuff handy.

We checked that we had left nothing in "our" houses, and I asked them several times if they were carrying liquids wherever. They all said: No mum. I started to feel a little empathetic with our mums.
Marta's suitcase exceeded the maximum weight. Consequently, we distributed some of her clothes in our suitcases. I took this opportunity to answer them about liquids location again, and they stared at me like: No Mum, shut up!

I thought I had done my job, and all would be a path of roses. How mistaken I was!!

Alba's pocket suitcase exceeded the maximum lenght , so we had to check it in. And then I felt I got the last chance to ask them about liquid carrying. They continued denying it, so she paid and checked the suitcase in.
Then Alba stared at me like she were in big trouble and she made me hold her bag. She fast opened it and showed us the crystal ball she bought in Madame Thoussands.
I would have killed her, if Marta wouldn't have been there to calm me down.
Alba wanted to show the ball to the guard and told him it was a present for her grandmother, but Marta and I told her not to do this, to hide it immediatly.

We put the ball into Marta's bag, and distributed all her stuff in our bags because her bag was the strongest one.
We got into the detector queue and Marta's bag was taken and so Sara's, so I went with Sara to see what was wrong and Marta with Alba.
Sara had forgotten a bottle of water, luckily it was not big deal.
When we were "free" we went to see what happened with Marta's bag, and I don't know how, the man let her bill for her bag with no charge!
So Sara and I went inside the airport to find the boarding gate and get some food and drink for the flight and Alba and Marta would join us later.
When we met, Marta told me:
-Sara, Alba is lucky I have been the one who carried her ball because when we got into the detector queue again, Alba's bag was taken because she had forgotten the toilet bag inside. After all the times you've asked us if we carried any liquid, you would have killed her!

She was so right!

After all those problems, we had turbulence and a little delay on our flight, but we arrived safe and promised not to fly together again for years!

Things.

I want you to know me a little, so this post is about my likes and dislikes.

On the one hand I will list things that make me feel good:

- Walking in the rain and feeling the drops on my skin or listening the raining outside while being comfortably lying on my bed
- Having a good conversation
- Talking to somebody I haven't seen for a long while.
- Having a beer with a friend and laughing until my face and stomach hurt.
- Playing a basketball match and feel tired and reborn after that.
- Wake up and realize it's not time to get up so I can sleep a little more. I love sleeping :)
- Finding a mail or a letter of someone loved.
- Visiting new places and feeling like I've been there before.
- Hearing my favorite song on the random list of my Spotify.
- Waking up and find a message on my cell phone.
- I like hot water, having a hot shower after a tough day.
- Meeting friends I haven't seen for a long and notice that nothing has changed between us.
- The smell of clean and dry clothes.
- Arranging my room, having everything in it's right place even it seems a mess. You can ask me for the location of whatever, I'll know exactly where it is.
- Being hugged instead of the typical two kisses when I meet somebody I love.

On the other hand I have to admit that I can's stand:

- Cloudy sky, I love the rain and the Sun, but I completely hate clouds.
- Loud music in cars, are we deaf? If we are not, don't try to turn me into one, please!
- I don't like most poetry. Some poems are great but once you read a few, you've read all of them.
- Old people staring at youth and criticizing them. It makes my blood boil.
- Being blamed for something I'm not guilty for.
- When cookies broke and I can't find them in my milk cup, and after a while they appear, but they're not cookies anymore, they are mash.
- Being told the end of a movie. It ends with all the suspense!!
- Having my skin so dry that I need to nourish it with body milk. I hate body lotions.
- Being told what I have to do. I'm completely conscious of my duties.- The way "normal people" repulse other people like gays, non-believers or prostitutes.
- Being stressed, or pushed into something I'm not sure. I'm very insecure and undecided, so I need extra time.
- My memory, I've got an amazing memory, but not the way it works. I can memorize a text by heart or understanding it, but I will forget it after the exam. However, I can remember the name and surname of every single classmate.
- Being unable to have breakfast just after waking up. I have to wait for an hour or and hour and a half, or the food will make me feel sick.


I think it's enough for today.
Have you found any coincidence with my funny little ways?

Choices.

"Which" and "what" had been the words I have heard the most for years.

- Sara, Which one? Which career? Are you still hesitant?


I've been asking myself what to study for years.
When I got in 4th ESO I had to choice among sciences and humanities.
My parents were the ones who chose, because I couldn't do it by myself.
I loved Biology, I hated Spanish and I couldn't stand Literature, but I enjoyed Catalan and History.

My mates and I were tested, our teachers and the psychologist made us do some kind of intelligence and vocational test. Then we were called one by one and told what would be better for us, like which branch of knowledge we should choose to study.
I was freaking out, how could a test show them what I was good at, if I loved and hated parts of all branches. However, inside of me, I truly wished they could give me some answers.
Unluckily they didn't help me at all.
Our useless conversation was like:
-Fina! I've been looking forward its results for weeks. Tell me!
- Sara, your test isn't as revealing as we deserved, you enjoy both areas and we think you are able to study both of them. So.. congratulations!

It was the worst "mark" I've ever received, excluding when I failed Religion six years before then.

So I (my parents) chose Scientific bachillerato so as to keep doors opened.


The summer after I finished 4th, I realized I wanted to study Chemistry.
My aunt is a chemist, my uncle is a chemist my cousin is a chemist, and I wanted to be one of them.
I worked hard on Maths and Chemistry during 1st Bach. but I didn't do my best in the rest of subjects because I've always been such a good student that this year for once in my life I wanted to have fun! Going out with my friends instead of staying home reading or studying.
So I had a normal medium mark, a seven .. something. I can't remember it exactly.

The summer after 1st Bach. was a great holiday. I spent July in the UK, exactly in Worthing, a beautiful town close to Brighton. I improved my English in one month more than I could have in two or three years here.I realized I wanted to meet people from other sides of the world, and the only way I could, would be by learning other languages. So here comes the problem. Chemistry has such a low access mark but Translation is not the same stuff. I would have to study more than hard if I wanted to reach that new mark.
Well, sorry I lied to you before, but that wasn't the bigger problem I had chosen scientific bachillerato and so I would have to study Maths, Physics, Chemistry and Biology. I bet on the wrong horse.
My last term was completely awful, the constant feeling of not being able to reach my goal has been such a heavy load for me during twelve months.
But after all this suffering I reached that,  the place I am today, which really is the place I wanted to be yesterday.

Now I have a worse problem, I realized this is not the career I want to study.
Yes, I also consider myself stupid and I don't blame you if you think I am.
It takes me time, to be able to recognize what I don't want but even more time, what I do want.
So now, I study Translation and Interpretation of languages and I'll start studying 2nd Bach. to repeat "Selectivity exams" again, because Microbiology access mark is higher than Translation.

Stop the world, I want to get off..

Magia Potagia!!

Yesterday (8th  October) I met Miriam and Sofia, who are good friends of mine. I haven't seen them for months, so we arranged a meeting.
We went to a close bar to have a bier and when we were there we saw two more friends, Alejandro and Guillermo, who joined us.
After a fun afternoon the girls came to my house to continue the encounter there. We had so much to talk about. It's complicated for us the way things have changed. A few months ago, we saw each other faces everyday, even if we don't fancied, but now, we have to meet previously if we want to.

Sofia's dad gave her four tickets for Juan Tamariz magic show in the Auditorio so she invited us, but Miriam couldn't go, so eventually it was Sofia, her brother, my dad and me.
Strange group.
Miriam went home, because her boyfriend was waiting for her and Sofia stayed with me.
She had dinner at my house and later rwe went to the Auditorio met his brother, who had the tickets, and went inside.

I'm completely skeptical, ergo I don't believe in magic. But it doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good play.

Juan Tamariz is a magician and illusionist, he is an expert in card magic and in misdirection.
He is not just a showman, he has written some books, several other publications and created a mnemonics card order, which is a way to remember the order of the cards by heart.
He is married with Gema Navarro, whit who shares his love for magic.
He is known throughout the world, and respected by the magicians' community for his innumerable contributions to magic.
He studied Physics until 4th grade, but he left it and studied magic. I think his studies help him to be a better magician.


I have to admit I enjoyed the show, it was amazing the way he cheated and distracted us.
However, the thing that surprised me the most was his sense of humor, he can't hide his Sevillian veins.
We were completely amazed and open-mouthed during the whole show, and I want you to believe me, so I pasted a video, enjoy it!

 One of his typical card plays, the famous 6 cards trick. Amazing!!

29th December 1992

Today is one of my great friends birthday. Sofia is finally 18!!
Sofia is not a usual person, in fact she's quite peculiar that's why I love her so much.
She measures one meter and fifty centimeters, she is thin and her skin is quite white.
Her eyes are green/brown and bring you happiness and safety, even though the fact that when you look at her she seems a ten-years-old girl.
She's got such a powerful and tough temper, however when she's wrong she doesn't mind saying sorry.
That's the thing I envy the most of her.

I started this tradition one year ago, when it was 20th September and it was my best friend Miriam's birthday. I had been ill and I didn't feel completely recovered, but I wanted to go and be there with my people. As I'm a sensible person I decided to make her a cake, and call his boyfriend to pick it up, so I would "share" a moment with her when she blew the candles.

They loved my cake, and I was so happy that every single birthday I went to I've prepared that dessert.
It's not a gourmet or complicated dish, but I like it. I'm not a cake person, I don't like cakes, I simply taste them, one bite and that's enough for me. Too much sweet.

Sofia is the yougest of my friends of 1992. So that's my last 18 birthday cake, and even it's Christmas time and we all have eaten too much this days, I think she will like my "surprise".

I haven't stopped saying the dessert, the cake... Now I will explain how I do it.
Is very very simple, I've done it hundret times.

Ingredients:
- 3 eggs
- 300 g sugar
- 300 g flour
- cinnamon (optional)
- 100 mL oil
- 200 mL milk
- Baking powder (depending each brand you use it has different formats)
- Cocoa hazelnut cream (whatever you use to cover the cake)

Fist of all you have to break the eggs and separate yolk from white.
Then you beat the white until they form stiff peaks, after that you mix it with the sugar, which doesn't matter if it's black or white. And I add a pinch of cinnamon, as I said before, it's optional.
Now we put the yolk and continue beating.
We'll continue by pouring the oil, and when the mixture is homogeneous we'll do the same with the milk.
After that it's time to put the flour, make sure you mix it well because it's not pleasant finding flour lumps.
Finally add baking powder and put it in the oven, that must be preheated on 180ºC.
I cannot say how long it should be there, I've been taught that I should know it by the way the cake looks and by pricking the cake with a wooden stick. However, I think it should be there about forty minutes.
When it's baked I cover it with cream and decorate it with white sugar or edible luster dust.

It's no big thing, but is the only "cake" I know how to prepare.

Now I'll take Sofia's cake out of the oven, I don't want to overcook it.
Bye!