<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633</id><updated>2011-11-21T21:06:27.058-05:00</updated><category term='creativity'/><category term='sex'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='office'/><category term='research'/><category term='photography'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='garden'/><category term='career'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='health'/><category term='reinvention'/><category term='zodiac'/><title type='text'>Anonymous Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>My way of maintaining a healthy state of mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-5695479966857908139</id><published>2010-02-02T06:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:39:07.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Blog</title><content type='html'>... for giving me a space to find myself when I most needed it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever yours.....  Paula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-5695479966857908139?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5695479966857908139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=5695479966857908139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5695479966857908139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5695479966857908139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-blog.html' title='Thank You Blog'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-577298182216134024</id><published>2009-12-27T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:58:48.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SzegUtWkuMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VsrWcWE0BLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SzegUtWkuMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VsrWcWE0BLQ/s400/IMG_0466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419976954195785922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-577298182216134024?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/577298182216134024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=577298182216134024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/577298182216134024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/577298182216134024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SzegUtWkuMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VsrWcWE0BLQ/s72-c/IMG_0466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-5237669468925858392</id><published>2009-12-27T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:42:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>I have been out of it for quite a while now.  Blogging, that is.  Last time I posted anything was to announce I had a car accident.  I survived and made it through, obviously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past couple of months have been exhausting.  I moved to a new apartment, handled legal matters, have cried, have laughed, lost some weight and gained it back, have run, mourned, hugged, and have also stayed still.  My father died in November.  My mom had a nervous breakdown.  I'm getting divorced.  My sister came to visit and right now, my apartment is full.  Full of people, pets, and a big mess.  Exactly what I needed to feel a little bit normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know how to properly express how I'm feeling right now.  Nothing is the same.  I wasn't ready to feel this unfamiliar about everything.  But I guess that's what you get when you push forward.  When one steps out and realizes that idleness is taking away the best one's got.  To loose is to gain.  And I'm hopeful that everything will settle down and will feel familiar again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is lying next to me, reading.  She's much better now, and has been enjoying the pleasure of not having to think or do anything for the past week.  We are both in a turbulent moment, adjusting to our own separate realities.  I love her to death.  And I know she loves me the same way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-5237669468925858392?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5237669468925858392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=5237669468925858392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5237669468925858392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5237669468925858392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-1739250362781237190</id><published>2009-10-22T19:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:37:49.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>I had car accident yesterday.  It was raining and I was in the highway on my way home.  I took an exit and, while taking a sharp curve, my car just got slippery and out of control.  I realized the trouble immediately and tried to control the stirring wheel without success.  I suddenly understood that this was a loosing battle, and tried to do as much damage control as possible.  I sharply turned the stirring wheel to the right, the same direction as the car was spinning.  I slammed the breaks and hoped for the best.  I landed on the side railing.  My hands were shaking and for a minute, I didn't know what to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been dealing with the insurance company pretty much all day long.  And I've been very sad. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-1739250362781237190?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1739250362781237190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=1739250362781237190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/1739250362781237190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/1739250362781237190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/10/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-9053064447941280056</id><published>2009-10-22T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:55:39.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I just read</title><content type='html'>" It requires a willingness to recognize that what we know is limited and that as soon as we think we understand something, we stop paying attention.  It requires an ability to tolerate the pain, ambiguity, and confusion that arises anytime we leave our comfort zone. It requires a desire to continue growing as a person.  We have to be vulnerable to explore new territory.  After all, we are going to make mistakes, get hurt, and look foolish every once in a while."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toddkashdan.com/blog.php"&gt;Todd Kashdan - Curious? Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-9053064447941280056?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/9053064447941280056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=9053064447941280056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/9053064447941280056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/9053064447941280056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-i-just-read.html' title='Something I just read'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-5697302121163302784</id><published>2009-10-21T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:56:42.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reinvention'/><title type='text'>Reinvention in the making</title><content type='html'>re.in.vent |verb|&lt;div&gt;change something so much that it appears to be entirely new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verb indicates action and movement.  Implies that the subject is doing something.  If we say, then, that our subject wants to reinvent him/herself, we are automatically stating that whatever was before, will no longer be, since he/she will take action upon whatever it is they want to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is pretty obvious who the subject is after all.  Perhaps you've noticed my long absence, or maybe not.  But the truth is that I have crashed into important life-changing events.  It has not been easy.  It has not been merry.  It has been what it has been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is expected of all of this? What will the outcome be of the changes surrounding my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reinvention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To change what didn't work before.  To adopt bold ways of thinking.  To exclude fear from my daily vocabulary.  To accept new ways and go with the flow. To understand that this is the life I'm living and that I am responsible for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are quite a few things that I want to change for the better, but there's one that I will protect... the smile that has always been on my face.  The smile that reassures me that things will be ok and that I am a good person. A good person that wants to be the best she can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-5697302121163302784?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5697302121163302784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=5697302121163302784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5697302121163302784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5697302121163302784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/10/reinvention-in-making.html' title='Reinvention in the making'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-1077360546642281783</id><published>2009-09-25T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:06:01.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Lennon</title><content type='html'>"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always cherished this particular quote of his.  For some reason, it has always made sense to me.  It resonates in my head like a broken disc, over and over and over, and I've been acknowledging it more often lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life happened.  Change happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-1077360546642281783?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1077360546642281783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=1077360546642281783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/1077360546642281783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/1077360546642281783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/09/understanding-lennon.html' title='Understanding Lennon'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-6452268480605594544</id><published>2009-05-31T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:12:12.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>You win some, You loose some</title><content type='html'>I am 15 lbs lighter these days.  While on the blog scene I've been silent and non-responsive, on the gym I've been working my butt off.  My runs are now longer and faster, and my stamina has improved considerably.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole process started about two months ago, when my boss (who's also my neighbor and good friend) realized she needed to loose 90 lbs in order to regain control of her health and well being.  I encouraged her to sign up at my gym.  That way we could partner and motivate each other to keep it up.  So she did, and we've been exercising every weekday from 5:30 to 7 AM. The results are showing and I have to say that I'm looking pretty good these days (woohoo!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loosing weight is a very personal process.  No one can force this into anyone, or else it will become another tedious task to do in your already complicated agenda.  It becomes a burden and sooner or later, you quit altogether.  In order for the process to be effective, it must come from a true realization.  Knowing that you need to change for the better, that you deserve to feel younger and energized, or that your health is at risk and your living days are getting shorter, it's the only motivation you really need to stay focused on this task.  Wether it's 10, 15 or 100 lbs, the process is still the same: decrease the amount of food input and increase the amount of physical activity.  That's it.  But we, humans, avoid anything that makes us feel deprived.  It's our nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll continue our morning routine as usual, and I will continue helping my friend, who needs this much more than I do.  And in the meantime, I will benefit from it one way or the other.  I gained a friend already and had lost some extra pounds... let's see what else comes this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-6452268480605594544?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6452268480605594544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=6452268480605594544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6452268480605594544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6452268480605594544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-win-some-you-loose-some.html' title='You win some, You loose some'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-2897824803208182475</id><published>2009-05-26T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:23:54.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>... I decided I wanted to start writing a blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why the hell haven't I kept up with it??? In all honesty, there's no good reason.  I just let life be and got caught up in it.  No dramatic situation has happened (thank God!).  I just got lazy and stopped... it was much easier just stopping altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is that writing is hard.  And writing about one self is even harder.  It's like as if someone has lit a bright spot light upon you, and you're standing in a big, dark stage, all by yourself.  There's nowhere to go... and the show must go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried to hide away from that stage all my life.  I'm not the kind of person who likes getting much attention.  In fact, I've always been the friend of the popular girl, the wife of the popular guy, a plain accountant working at the bank, the good daughter who's always there for everyone, the one that loves watching movies and reading books, the one that goes to the gym and doesn't speak a word.  Yep, always laying low.  I guess the blog started to feel like something outside of character, the only place where everything was about me.  I felt like an outsider in my own virtual space.  It must stop....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hereby regaining the right of being selfish, of speaking only about me, about my fears, my joys and my mistakes.  My thoughts will remain anonymous because I say so.  And  I will enjoy every sentence of it.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-2897824803208182475?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2897824803208182475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=2897824803208182475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2897824803208182475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2897824803208182475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-5804084315638856363</id><published>2009-03-07T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:55:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SbKKM1CPpNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HnAcNIpnD1M/s1600-h/jirafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SbKKM1CPpNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HnAcNIpnD1M/s400/jirafa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310458863622792402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my comeback! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-5804084315638856363?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5804084315638856363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=5804084315638856363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5804084315638856363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5804084315638856363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/03/alive-and-well.html' title='Alive and Well...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SbKKM1CPpNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HnAcNIpnD1M/s72-c/jirafa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-5085026896665035285</id><published>2009-02-10T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:54:13.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I have learned....</title><content type='html'>I found this website called &lt;a href="http://thingsihavelearnedinmylife.com"&gt;"Things I have learned so far in my Life"&lt;/a&gt;.  It has kept me thinking about many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-5085026896665035285?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5085026896665035285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=5085026896665035285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5085026896665035285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5085026896665035285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-have-learned.html' title='The Things I have learned....'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-7041692715445443454</id><published>2009-02-08T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:52:53.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFx6LMOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q31jCSRqF4w/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFx6LMOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q31jCSRqF4w/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300639004176888034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had breakfast with a dear friend on Saturday morning.  We had a long talk and a few laughs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFtvnKfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z0Z67VRfcfs/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFtvnKfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z0Z67VRfcfs/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300639003058842098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played a game of Pool with my husband, brother, and sister in law.  I suck at it!! Big time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFs5-yrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pb8ix9uOMyc/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFs5-yrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pb8ix9uOMyc/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300639002833898162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... my niece watched us wondering what the hell we were doing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFZ1E0mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1xKa4YaS5BE/s1600-h/IMG_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFZ1E0mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1xKa4YaS5BE/s400/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300638997713048162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And tonight, after my photography class, I saw the big bright moon shining above me.  I managed to take this picture while driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you a happy and productive week....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-7041692715445443454?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7041692715445443454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=7041692715445443454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/7041692715445443454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/7041692715445443454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-weekend-in-pictures.html' title='My weekend in pictures'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SY-nFx6LMOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q31jCSRqF4w/s72-c/IMG_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-8203708611591173486</id><published>2009-02-06T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:09:42.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me. Without glasses.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying out a new pair of contact lenses.  It's been a while.  In fact, I haven't wore contact lenses ever since I moved away from my island three years ago.  So I'm still adjusting to my new sight.  Things look smaller when I'm wearing glasses.  I guess the shape of the glass shrinks the images somehow.  I asked a friend of mine who wear glasses if he had notice this before.  He agreed with my observation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how people react to appearances.  Nobody at work had seen me before without this obvious object in my face, so it was a shock for some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You look different!"  Duuuhh. Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your eyes are green!" Well, hazel actually. Today they just look greener than usual.  And this was a girl with whom I have daily interaction.  Didn't she notice before? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You look great!" That's the kind of compliment I want to hear to keep me encouraged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the exact moment I started seeing blurry.  I was eight, I think, and I was in my third grade classroom, writing down some notes on my notebook.  The teacher had written some stuff on the chalkboard that we had to copy.  I was looking back and forth, from the board to my notebook.  At one point, when I was reading the board, something pop in my eyes, and they got teary.  I rubbed them hard, and when I tried to read from the chalkboard again, I couldn't see a thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many years, I hated wearing glasses.  I thought I looked stupid, ugly and nerdy.  And of course, when you get to your teen years, you must look like everybody else.  You want to fit in.  So, as soon as I turned 13, I got my first set of contact lenses. Oh I was so happy.  I wore them all the time, neglecting my poor glasses, leaving them on the side, on some dusty corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rediscovered them some years ago.  I had to get a new prescription and, while waiting for my turn in the eye glasses shop, I spotted a nice, clean looking pair that got my attention.  I tried them on and they fit perfectly.  So I changed my mind and got them instead.  I've been enjoying the simplicity and practicality of eye glasses for quite a while now.  But after three years, I want  to update my look.  And this is the fastest and most efficient way I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-8203708611591173486?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8203708611591173486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=8203708611591173486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8203708611591173486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8203708611591173486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-without-glasses.html' title='Me. Without glasses.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-2321751872601692983</id><published>2009-02-05T07:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:11:01.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a Child</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I read an article on Newsweek that moved me.  It was titled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/182665"&gt;Family Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and the subject really took me by surprise. This is the article's description:&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A unique volunteer group helps parents preserve precious images of babies that are stillborn or expected to die soon after birth.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motherhood is a sensitive subject for me to discuss.  Not because I'm not interested on becoming one, but because I've been trying for five years without success.  I've been through all the stages: from total excitement about the new endeavor, to disappointment and frustration.  Right now, I'm in the "I don't really care" stage, and I am trying to enjoy my life to the fullest, getting involved on things that are dear to me.  But there was a moment, a brief period in which I was able to conceive, and the experience was magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still living in my island, and I had recently changed doctors.  This new guy took a new approach to the situation, and after two months on treatment, the oh-so-hated pregnancy test finally came back POSITIVE.  I just couldn't believe my eyes, and I did two more tests just to make sure it wasn't a cruel joke from the circumstances.  The doctor confirmed it with an ultrasound, and I had the first photo of my baby.  It was blurry and you couldn't see a baby still, but it was my baby alright.  The happiness that surrounded our house was like any other, making plans, talking about it all the time, hopeful about our future together.  Then I went to my next appointment the following month, only to find out that there was no heartbeat.  The baby never made it past the second month.  For me, the most hurting memory of that moment was to see my husband cry.  In ten years I've only seen him cry once, and that was it.  I'm really sorry I haven't been able to give him a child... and it really breaks my heart every time I think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I read this article, the idea of photographing a stillborn baby comes to me as a beautiful gift.  Because, for whatever brief or long the moment is, it was your baby, it was your child.  Holding on to those images means that this little person existed and it made an impact on your life. And no one will ever take that away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-2321751872601692983?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2321751872601692983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=2321751872601692983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2321751872601692983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2321751872601692983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-child.html' title='Story of a Child'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-922207794143227849</id><published>2009-02-03T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:00:48.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone...not for so long</title><content type='html'>I had been quiet for some time now.  Regrouping, putting things in the right perspective.  Last week was a long and tough week, at work and home.  Since my two coworkers were laid off, we had acquire more responsibilities than we had before, so that took some adjustments.  That's done.  At home, I had been helping my brother and his wife to set up their own design freelance business.  &lt;a href="http://www.colordepthdesign.com"&gt;Color Depth Design&lt;/a&gt; is already on its way to become a full production business.  I sat down with my sister in law and covered all the basics.  She already started working on her first project, so she's been busy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My photography class starts this next weekend, and I'm looking forward to it.    I need to tackle the technicalities of flash photography if I ever want to make some money out of this hobby of mine.  I'm also working on building my portfolio.  I have been reading a lot on the subject and I think I know what I want to do.  In the meantime you can check out my photoblog, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkingphoto.blogspot.com"&gt;Think!Photography&lt;/a&gt;.  I'll be doing some updates on the layout, so new things are coming their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-922207794143227849?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/922207794143227849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=922207794143227849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/922207794143227849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/922207794143227849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/02/gonenot-for-so-long.html' title='Gone...not for so long'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-3095672781415081973</id><published>2009-01-28T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:55:00.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Layoffs all around me</title><content type='html'>Oh, goodness, it's been too long since I last sat down to write on this blog of mine.  Last week I had an unexpected trip to Memphis that threw me off my regular schedule.  I'll fill you in with details later on.  First, things first.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week started with bad news for everybody.  Layoffs are all over the place and the unemployment rate just keeps rising.  The bank I work for is no exception.  Yesterday, two co-workers of mine were fired.  Literally, they used to sit next to me.  I was chatting with the girl, having a laugh at some funny story of hers.  She answered her phone, stepped away from her desk, and I just continued working on whatever it was I was working on.  She came back silently, came to me and handed out the stuff she was working on and said," I'm giving you this because I'm no longer working for this company."  I looked at her and she had teary eyes. It took me by surprise, and I just felt like I had been kicked in the stomach.  I felt so bad for her that some tears fell from my eyes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the worst part is knowing that I'm no better than she is.  I consider myself a mediocre employee, although for some reason my boss thinks the opposite.  I haven't been giving my one hundred percent at work simply because I'm bored with what I do and I truly wish I could move on to other things.  But yesterday I was grateful.  We cannot afford loosing the security of this job right now. Not now, when I'm trying to help out my brother and his family, and his wife just lost her job too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today our group is meeting early in the morning to redistribute the work.  We were six, and now we're four, so our plates are going to be pretty full from now on.  I just want this week to be over, so that we can move on and get used to our new routine at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-3095672781415081973?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3095672781415081973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=3095672781415081973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/3095672781415081973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/3095672781415081973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/layoffs-all-around-me.html' title='Layoffs all around me'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-1907869887454229676</id><published>2009-01-19T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:28:29.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>It's 11:18 p.m. in this part of the world.  I am about to go to sleep, but didn't want to finish my day without dropping a note.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back from our getaway weekend and I'm really tired.  Tired but happy.  We had an awesome time with some newfound friends.  Actually, we've known them for a while, but never ever had we been away with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we go back to work again, and it's supposed to be chilly so I'll have to look through my clothing for my warmest pieces.  Otherwise I will freeze my butt off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-1907869887454229676?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/1907869887454229676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=1907869887454229676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/1907869887454229676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/1907869887454229676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-599083657860067272</id><published>2009-01-18T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:15:50.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SXMdThowAdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hj_YppCM8Lk/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SXMdThowAdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hj_YppCM8Lk/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292606208374473170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went away for the weekend and haven't been able to sit down to write.  I don't think I will be able to do it tonight either.  But here's a colorful pic I took with my camera phone.  I think I'll be using this little device more often.  Happy weekend to all!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-599083657860067272?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/599083657860067272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=599083657860067272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/599083657860067272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/599083657860067272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-with-friends.html' title='Weekend with friends'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SXMdThowAdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hj_YppCM8Lk/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-8193052771938550957</id><published>2009-01-16T21:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:11:03.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><title type='text'>Living life as art: The exercise of creative thinking</title><content type='html'>This has been my weeklong subject of research.  I have been searching the Internet for information on Creativity and it's been quite revealing.  I would like to share some final thoughts on the subject.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to this little research of mine, I had wondered whatever happened to the universal concept of education.  The approach previously adopted by generations of great thinkers, where they saw learning as a "universe"of ideas to be studied.  Philosophy, art, mathematics, all these came to exist because the minds of these great thinkers came together to understand the why and the how of the basics of the human experience.  Then, somewhere in the twentieth century, education came to be a more technical matter.  It diminished the universal ideas to a couple of mandatory classes on our schedule, becoming an annoyance in the list of subject needed to complete before graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The creative mind needs to go back to the roots: it needs to focus on the universal ideas that brought us to be in the first place.  Truth, beauty, goodness, these are the most crucial of them all.  To be able to transcend our daily life into grander things, one must direct one's own vision towards these basic concepts.  To acknowledge the beauty of everything that surrounds us; to search for the truth on our own; to liberate the goodness within us: this is the kind of art that moves others and transforms lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The TIME magazine published an article a couple of years ago titled &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1147152,00.html"&gt;"The Hidden Secrets of the Creative Mind"&lt;/a&gt;.  In it, the authors explain that creative ideas do not come from one brilliant spark of sudden insight bur from " a chain reaction of many tiny sparks while executing an idea".  We must fill our minds with different thoughts, different concepts.  These would eventually turn into the new kind of thinking that could ultimately reveal something completely new and authentic.  In it they also explained how writers lie J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis both engaged on heated intellectual battles with a group of non-traditional  Christians professors called the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inklings"&gt;Inklings&lt;/a&gt;.  We all know how these discussions ended: they gave both the ground wrk in which they created these fantastic literary works filled with rich characters and a unique spiritual undertone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, regardless of your field of expertise or your own creative affair, you need to give sometime to yourself to explore what's out there.  Read new authors, write on new subjects, photograph different angles, and design something completely different from your own style.  Dare your mind to reach its full potential, and in the process let it absorb the newness of it all.  You'll see how new ideas will eventually pop up and how you'll become a better artist in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resources:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com"&gt;TIME Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com"&gt;Ted:Talks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking with Somebody else's head Podcast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-8193052771938550957?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8193052771938550957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=8193052771938550957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8193052771938550957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8193052771938550957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-life-as-art-exercise-of-creative.html' title='Living life as art: The exercise of creative thinking'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-8428642750393299142</id><published>2009-01-15T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:50:09.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted:Talks on Creativity and the Playful Mind</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share with you this video I saw at &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com"&gt;Ted:Talks&lt;/a&gt; on the connection between creativity and play.  You can visit their website for more interesting talks on many other subjects.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow the &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/392"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-8428642750393299142?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8428642750393299142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=8428642750393299142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8428642750393299142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8428642750393299142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/tedtalks-on-creativity-and-playful-mind.html' title='Ted:Talks on Creativity and the Playful Mind'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-7762870136724546560</id><published>2009-01-14T18:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:43:33.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten facts about me</title><content type='html'>1. I wear glasses&lt;div&gt;2. I'm bilingual.  English comes in second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm right handed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm a brunette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I like tattoos and piercing (although I don't have any)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sometimes, I'm loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I like the Opera and listen to classical music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'm an average dancer (but love watch others dance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I have a good sense of humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-7762870136724546560?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7762870136724546560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=7762870136724546560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/7762870136724546560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/7762870136724546560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/ten-facts-about-me.html' title='Ten facts about me'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-986159785853836047</id><published>2009-01-13T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:11:29.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my island...</title><content type='html'>I was born and raised in an island.  A tiny island in the Caribbean, filled with songs, heat, and humor.  The breeze carries a salty flavor that sticks to your skin on humid days.  A flavor that lingers on your tongue after swiftly brushing your lips in specially hot circumstances.  The breeze, a soft and timid carrier of all kinds of aromas: freshly ground coffee, coconut oil, pineapple juice, cinnamon and sea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My island loves music, loves rhythm, loves percussion.  It dances to the sound of drums as if it's possessed by african gods.  Marching its way through the pebbled streets of the old city, it shouts for joy and celebration.  For all the good and the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yearn for my island.  I miss the people, their smiles and faces.  The familiarity of everything, the streets I grew in, the songs on the radio, singing out loud while driving my old car, my dog, my short pants, my flip flops, the island state of mind, watching the coast fade away on my rear view mirror, the long days at the beach, eating street food and a beer.  Those are the things I miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-986159785853836047?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/986159785853836047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=986159785853836047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/986159785853836047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/986159785853836047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-my-island.html' title='I miss my island...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-3869222189370661291</id><published>2009-01-12T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:45:49.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creative Mind</title><content type='html'>I've been searching the web on the subject of creativity.  Art, being the ultimate expression of this brain process, comes in by default.  Being able to express one's own charisma and personality through creative affairs is my ultimate quest, my own personal discovery.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I follow the blog of a talented designer.  His name is Nick Campbell.  He's also &lt;a href="http://www.greyscalegorilla.com"&gt;greyscalegorilla&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He posted an entry today that reads like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My advise to students has always been to take more design and type classes, and learn the technical stuff later."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what he means by this is that in order to become a better artist we must concentrate on the creative part first and deal with the technicalities later. Those will fall into place once we know exactly what is it we want to accomplish.  As an aspiring photographer, I need to constantly remind myself this.  I sometimes feel that I am so behind in my goal, that I get anxious and focus too much on the technical aspect of the photo and forget about the composition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime I just keep taking pictures, reading as much as I can, and taking more pictures.  You can check out my photo blog to view my favorite ones ( &lt;a href="http://thinkingphoto.blogspot.com"&gt;Think!Photography&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-3869222189370661291?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3869222189370661291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=3869222189370661291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/3869222189370661291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/3869222189370661291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/creative-mind.html' title='The Creative Mind'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-4564046505271061780</id><published>2009-01-11T20:32:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:04:41.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldess Sunday...we all have days like these</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWqy-NJDsOI/AAAAAAAAADc/xoFeHGptVrU/s1600-h/balls1000.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWqy-NJDsOI/AAAAAAAAADc/xoFeHGptVrU/s320/balls1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290237494049353954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look close enough you'll see my reflection in each one of them.  Wishing you a good and productive week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-4564046505271061780?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4564046505271061780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=4564046505271061780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/4564046505271061780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/4564046505271061780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/worldess-sundaywe-all-have-days-like.html' title='Worldess Sunday...we all have days like these'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWqy-NJDsOI/AAAAAAAAADc/xoFeHGptVrU/s72-c/balls1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-6245808558185028259</id><published>2009-01-10T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:27:22.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWjFAsPdj5I/AAAAAAAAADM/-_vzdXtrxHE/s1600-h/greenstuff800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWjFAsPdj5I/AAAAAAAAADM/-_vzdXtrxHE/s200/greenstuff800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289694378013331346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it looks disgusting.  You put spinach, apple juice and a banana in a blender, mix it all and you get this.  It's a green smoothie, and it's part of my Eating Well resolution for the year. No, I'm not a vegetarian and I don't have any plans on becoming one any time soon (in fact, I'm looking forward to tonight's dinner out... a juicy Argentinian grill called "La Vaca Loca").  But I do need to increase my intake of greens, and this is a fast and yummy way of doing it.  So far, no volunteers are joining me on this healthy task.  In fact, everybody steps away when they see me preparing my colorful treats.  It's ok...I guess I wouldn't either.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, after dinner, we're all going to see a photography exhibition at a gallery in the beach.  We've all had a rough week, so a little distraction is exactly what we need.  My sister in law kind of lost her job.  She works at a small image consultant agency that had just started business about six months ago.  I guess their cash flow fell behind and they didn't have enough money to keep paying her salary.  She's a graphic designer and really talented.  You can check out her work &lt;a href="http://yari.carbonmade.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .  So if you happen to live in Miami and think you have a job for her, let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really looking forward for tonight's night out.  I'll bring my camera so luckily I'll be able to take some good shots of our evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-6245808558185028259?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6245808558185028259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=6245808558185028259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6245808558185028259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6245808558185028259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/green-stuff.html' title='The Green Stuff'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWjFAsPdj5I/AAAAAAAAADM/-_vzdXtrxHE/s72-c/greenstuff800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-700598603368230864</id><published>2009-01-09T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:32:34.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily quote on my journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWgWgeTePmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1xR6NpRlE6w/s1600-h/road600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWgWgeTePmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1xR6NpRlE6w/s200/road600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289502509493010018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing"- Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This quote was my morning greeting.  I opened up my agenda to find it on top of today's page.  It was a real shocker, for it describes the whole reason I'm even writing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-700598603368230864?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/700598603368230864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=700598603368230864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/700598603368230864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/700598603368230864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-quote-on-my-journal.html' title='Daily quote on my journal'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWgWgeTePmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1xR6NpRlE6w/s72-c/road600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-8488969593934999056</id><published>2009-01-07T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:39:06.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My thoughts after a long day</title><content type='html'>I am feeling so tired today.  I started running again, and my body is killing me.  My legs are heavy, my abs hurt.... I just keep telling myself that is worth it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up early and went to the gym and ran 3 miles, went to work at the bank, had a crazy day dealing with auditors, made several calls trying to register to this flash photography class I want to take, went to the chiropractor who gave me a lecture for not taking care of my back (he hates that I run), got home, cooked dinner (sigh, tired already), took a bath, browsed this new Photoshop book that I bought and now, after all the craziness of the day, I have some alone time.  Just for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny 'cause my husband was telling me the other day about this article he read that said that 46% of the women surveyed actually preferred going online than having sex.  He asked me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And you? what do you prefer?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sex... of course." No brainer, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not tonight.  He suggested it, of course, but I just need my space right now.  All I want is to lie here browsing my familiar pages, reading something funny or interesting, locating some cool photography site, and then just go to bed. And please guys, don't take it personal.  Try again tomorrow, you'll see, we'll be in the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-8488969593934999056?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/8488969593934999056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=8488969593934999056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8488969593934999056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/8488969593934999056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-thoughts-after-long-day.html' title='My thoughts after a long day'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-6526175384648959052</id><published>2009-01-05T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:25:49.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Mastering the skill... Resolution 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWLE26htS1I/AAAAAAAAACI/_C6OIZDpzho/s1600-h/1014992_camera_lenses_and_filters_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWLE26htS1I/AAAAAAAAACI/_C6OIZDpzho/s400/1014992_camera_lenses_and_filters_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005360189000530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This particular resolution is in itself a challenge.  For the past year I have been reading, practicing, and reading some more on the subject of photography, trying desperately to move up from being an amateur into becoming a serious hobbyist.  Now, in this year 2009, I want to think I can move towards becoming a professional photographer, and for that, I need to step up my game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a pretty realistic woman and I know my limitations.  I know I need to be able to reproduce quality images each time I go out and shoot a subject.  I know there are certain technical skills I need to master, and I am already working on it.  So, with some effort from my part, I know I can do this.  I am currently working on a good and solid portfolio, and I am constantly searching for inspiration and ideas.  So, wish me luck and keep coming back for updates on this big project of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, these are my three most important resolutions for the year.  I have others that I am currently working on.  Like, for example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Running a race (I have one coming up in February, so I'm already training)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wearing more skirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Overcoming the bad habit of procrastination (this is particularly annoying and I want to be done with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have work to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-6526175384648959052?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6526175384648959052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=6526175384648959052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6526175384648959052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6526175384648959052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/mastering-skill-resolution-3.html' title='Mastering the skill... Resolution 3'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SWLE26htS1I/AAAAAAAAACI/_C6OIZDpzho/s72-c/1014992_camera_lenses_and_filters_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-4665520797868752611</id><published>2009-01-01T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:26:55.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SV17Ftc9U1I/AAAAAAAAACA/dtX_8VN2eFc/s1600-h/bebolight1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SV17Ftc9U1I/AAAAAAAAACA/dtX_8VN2eFc/s400/bebolight1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286516875633447762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my camera before the clock hit 12AM last night.  Happy 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-4665520797868752611?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4665520797868752611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=4665520797868752611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/4665520797868752611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/4665520797868752611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SV17Ftc9U1I/AAAAAAAAACA/dtX_8VN2eFc/s72-c/bebolight1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-7262489087790477238</id><published>2008-12-28T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:23:40.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Detox mode... Resolution 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVglIR8FtsI/AAAAAAAAABg/IiSiqwmDmiE/s1600-h/1006589_fruit_bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVglIR8FtsI/AAAAAAAAABg/IiSiqwmDmiE/s320/1006589_fruit_bowl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285014986903893698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eating habits have always been an issue for me.  I think I eat right but really, I don't.  I try, I really do, but I'm not consistent enough.  I do exercise, so at least that part is covered.  I've been running often enough to be able to run five miles straight, and that's my best record so far.  I also do yoga and swim every now and then.  Again, my problem is consistency so I think there's some space for improvement in this department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My resolution number 2 is not so much about losing weight but more about quality.  Quality control regarding what kind of food I input into my body.  I want to establish a healthy pattern of eating more veggies and fruits and to follow an exercise routine.  So less sweets, less bread, and more high fiber and greens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the time being I started a detox of flour.  No bread, no pasta, no crackers.  At least for a month.  I had a baking spree the last couple of weeks that fed my most hated love handles.  So this detox will help me achieve a fresh start on my own personal quest for total well being.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-7262489087790477238?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/7262489087790477238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=7262489087790477238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/7262489087790477238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/7262489087790477238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/12/detox-mode-resolution-2.html' title='Detox mode... Resolution 2.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVglIR8FtsI/AAAAAAAAABg/IiSiqwmDmiE/s72-c/1006589_fruit_bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-6522209393082288041</id><published>2008-12-26T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:24:19.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Resolutions:Countdown to 2009... Number 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVWIJK_mGLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dIXE3JbHtW0/s1600-h/1036605_lap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVWIJK_mGLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dIXE3JbHtW0/s320/1036605_lap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284279428940437682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... here I go.  This year I want to include behavioral adjustment resolutions.  I want to improve my well beign by taking care of the things I neglect or take for granted the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my first goal this years is... to have more intimacy in my relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a long time now I've thought that our sexual pace was good.  You know what they say, at least three times a week right? Well, not really.  Nobody's keeping score.  I mean, we're not in a competition to win the "Most sexually active couple" award, I know that.  But I also know that couples really need this time for themselves.  The exploration of the bodies is a very basic necessity that synchs the minds of two different worlds.  The act itself is the essence, the basic instinct the drew us together in the first place and it is our responsibility to keep up with it.  Besides, sex is good, really good, so this resolution is not that bad after all ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year will be our ten year anniversary.  We've done pretty well so far and it takes a lot of tweaking here and there from both of us to keep up with each other.  So this is my contribution to the relationship:  I choose to seduce my husband more often.  I want more sex and orgasms, and I want to have them with the man I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-6522209393082288041?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6522209393082288041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=6522209393082288041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6522209393082288041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6522209393082288041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolutionscountdown-to-2009-number-1.html' title='Resolutions:Countdown to 2009... Number 1.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVWIJK_mGLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dIXE3JbHtW0/s72-c/1036605_lap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-5026318833406505513</id><published>2008-12-25T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:32:55.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>This morning we woke up to find a Christmas tree full of goodies.  My brother got the chicken pox and he's looking rather disgusting, but that didn't got in the way of us having a beautiful Christmas morning.  My sister in law has been cooking all morning long and I have been sitting in the kitchen playing with my computer, talking with her while her impetuous toddler daughter plays and screams with every toy she discovers along the way.  We will be baking cookies later on.  Mmmmmm the smell of homemade cookies is just what we need to finish up this perfect day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started my list of resolutions for the next year that is coming.  I am pretty proud of myself since I did quite well keeping up with my previous list.  I guess I just finally understood that not following up with my own needs just proves how unfaithful I am to myself.  I am responsible for me, and I am the one that needs to take action whenever needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the day I will remain like this, calmed, thoughtful, enjoying the family, and eating all the yummy things we have prepared.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to whomever crosses this path.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-5026318833406505513?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5026318833406505513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=5026318833406505513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5026318833406505513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5026318833406505513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-4690066326549003791</id><published>2008-12-23T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:24:49.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Sexy, sexy.</title><content type='html'>I had sex with my husband last night.  The kind that leaves you soar and wonderfully tired afterwards. It was unpredictable, sexy, sweaty and oh so good.  The orgasm was long, powerful and explosive. I can still smell the sex emanating from within.  Is a musky and humid smell that lingers and only I can perceive.  I just love it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about our sexual encounter during the day.  Nobody at work knew the things I did the night before, and I bet none of them could even imagine how good I was at it.  I'm an average kind of girl, unpretentious, who minds her own business.  But I like sex.... and I don't apologize about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wish we had more of it.  The daily routines of marriage life are often tedious and tiresome.  We don't have kids, but still we have long hours of work and chores to take care of.  And now with my brother (and his wife and kids) staying at our house, well, adds to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am already setting my priorities for next year and I on top of the list stands that I want lots of more sex in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-4690066326549003791?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/4690066326549003791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=4690066326549003791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/4690066326549003791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/4690066326549003791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexy-sexy.html' title='Sexy, sexy.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-2555918601017332618</id><published>2008-12-15T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:33:57.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SUZZpfiwleI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5lzU0GLMsio/s1600-h/51cC6-1-8xL._SL160_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SUZZpfiwleI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5lzU0GLMsio/s320/51cC6-1-8xL._SL160_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280006182515283426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw the movie La Vie En Rose.  It was long, intense and sad, but a good movie nonetheless.  I am kind of a biography junky.  Whenever I have the chance to peek into somebody else's life, I'm on it.  Let them be killers, artists, or historical figures, if their lives were passionate, pointless, predictable, boring, I really don't care.  I just like discovering their characters, whatever made them be what they were (or are).&lt;div&gt;I had lots of plans for the weekend.  I was supposed to go on a shooting session with a friend of mine.  She wants to make Christmas cards with her son's pictures and she asked me if I could do it for her.  Of course I'm always up for the opportunity to practice with my camera.  I'm always one picture away from achieving my best shot yet.  We had to cancel our plans due to bad weather.  Hopefully we'll pick it up the next weekend.  I have some plans with photography.  For the time being I'm concentrating on the craft and creativity of the process.  So I'll keep you posted on future developments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the gym early today.  I had a good running session that left me energized this Monday morning.  I should wrap up my post already... I have to run to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-2555918601017332618?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2555918601017332618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=2555918601017332618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2555918601017332618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2555918601017332618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-recap.html' title='Monday Recap'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SUZZpfiwleI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5lzU0GLMsio/s72-c/51cC6-1-8xL._SL160_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-5005231692139950605</id><published>2008-12-03T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:11:04.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Talks around the office.</title><content type='html'>Rumors of layoffs have started to run around the office.  I've been working at the bank for two years now and the truth is that I've been wanting to get out ever since.  But the possibility of being unemployed scares, specially in these times where the job market is at its worst.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've been keeping up with the news lately, you know that it's been pretty tough for the financial industry to keep up with the economy as it is.  Many banks have collapsed and others have been forced to merge with bigger competitors.  The ones that are still standing must adjust to the current situation.  That's  when the layoffs become the norm instead of the exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably have one of the most tedious and predictable jobs there are: I'm an accountant. Yes, I'm a more specialized type of accountant since I primarily deal with investments and portfolio management, but the bottom line is that I'm crunching numbers like any other accountant out there.  So, given the fact that two of the three traders that the bank had when they first hired me are gone, is pretty obvious that the people that work behind them leave too.  It's a matter of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that worries me about all this would be loosing the income.  My husband has a good job and makes pretty good money, but for the first time in ten years we are really earning enough to pay our bills, have savings and enjoy a luxury every now and then.  We really are in our best financial shape ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, to be completely honest, I'm kind of wishing for my name to be in the list.  "Be careful what you wish for" is what my mind keeps repeating.  I know I shouldn't be wanting this, but this could be a good moment for me to rethink Me.  I would hate to become one of those people who are constantly complaining about how unhappy they are at their day jobs and slowly, I fear, I am becoming one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-5005231692139950605?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/5005231692139950605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=5005231692139950605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5005231692139950605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/5005231692139950605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/12/talks-around-office.html' title='Talks around the office.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-2151178320662343423</id><published>2008-11-27T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:21:37.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Gnomes in my garden on Thanksgiving day.</title><content type='html'>I have a thing for photography.  My dad used to have a home made dark room when I was little, and I loved helping him out in the red colored lab.  It was pretty neat, watching him through the shadows, working his way around the chemicals and the papers.  I grew up finding stacks of pictures all around the house, my mom trying to keep up with him while putting the family albums together.  She would label the pictures and put funny notes in them, just a little reminder of the story behind the frozen image.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, with all the digital revolution, dark rooms have been replaced by computers and Photoshop. No more red lights in dark rooms.  I bought a digital SLR camera about a year ago and now I'm the one taking pictures all the time.  Just before sitting down to have our Thanksgiving dinner, I went to my garden and took this picture.  I bought several of these gnome figurines and placed them all around my front garden.  So here it is... I want to call this one Leo.  Don't ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SS9s5bCO3HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VaK_6D5DnhQ/s320/IMG_2957_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273553422439603314" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was lovely and really good.  My sister left Tuesday to meet with her new boyfriend in NYC.  After six years of living with her girlfriend (yes, that's right), she now decided she fell in love with this guy and wants to be a mother.  This in itself is an entirely different post so I'm going to save it for later.  My mom and dad are still here through next Monday.  We watched Wall-E after everything was cleaned and put away.  I loved it!! The guys at Pixar have always been able to steal my heart... so thanks again for delivering :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have work, can you believe that!? I'll be the only one having to wake up in the morning.  I guess I better start wrapping up my day.  At least I got to play with my gnomes today.  And hopefully tomorrow won't be such a lousy day at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-2151178320662343423?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/2151178320662343423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=2151178320662343423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2151178320662343423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/2151178320662343423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/gnomes-in-my-garden-on-thanksgiving-day.html' title='Gnomes in my garden on Thanksgiving day.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SS9s5bCO3HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VaK_6D5DnhQ/s72-c/IMG_2957_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-3228583538189652604</id><published>2008-11-26T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:03:10.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>So much to write... so little time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been up since &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="4"&gt;4:30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. Well, not literally, since I stayed in bed tossing and turning. Just couldn't fall asleep again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have so much garbage revolving in my head right now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It needs to be taken care of or otherwise I will go nuts.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My family came to visit for Thanksgiving week. I've had a full house since last Friday and it has been kind of hectic and chaotic. My sister came from the north and my parents from the south. I'm in the middle so it's the most convenient place for everybody to meet. I had been looking forward to their visit, although I knew it was going to be an emotional challenge. Don't get me wrong: I love my family more than anything. It’s just that sometimes communicating with them can become a difficult engagement. Too big personalities, so much time apart from each other... people change in those lapses of time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you didn’t keep up along the way, you better be ready for the surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were four kids growing up together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My sister is the oldest, I come in five years later as the second child, and then I have two smaller brothers, three years apart from each other. My sister was my hero while I was growing up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought she was the coolest person alive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, if you ask her all she remembers is that I used to bite her when she wanted to play with me or wouldn’t stand still when she told me to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But that was when I was four or five years of age.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the time I was a teenager I was ready to make her my role model.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to hang out with her friends and listen to their gossiping about boys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to do everything like her, look like her, listen to the same music she did. Then she graduated from High School and headed out to college.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That was the beginning of a series of disenchantments on both sides of the story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-3228583538189652604?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/3228583538189652604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=3228583538189652604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/3228583538189652604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/3228583538189652604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-to-write-so-little-time.html' title='So much to write... so little time.'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546151178572664633.post-6833115051295320746</id><published>2008-11-25T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:56:36.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zodiac'/><title type='text'>Talking to myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I turned 32.  I'm a Sagittarius and this is how the latest &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Glamour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; magazine describes our kind:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why You're Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Your positive, adventurous outlook is a breath of fresh air.  The superhero of the zodiac, you fight tirelessly for truth, justice and underdogs of every stripe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why You're Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's Sag's way or no way.  You've got zero patience for others limitations, and if someone lets you down, whoa, look out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's incredible, really.  How could the alignment of the stars determine the core of my soul? How does it work?  I don't have an answer for any of these questions, but I can assure you that I have never been so accurately described before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to think of myself as a lovable and caring friend.  As a wonderful lover and true partner in life's way.  A daughter, a sister, a wife... a human being in search of greater things to achieve, to learn and to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Impossible part of the description is what really gets me the most. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got zero tolerance for others limitations...&lt;/span&gt;" Ufff... that's a tough one, isn't it.  The hard part for me is that it's true.  I have the tendency to be judgmental and bossy and I always have the need to speak my mind.  And not everybody is happy about this.  At least not the people that I love and that are closer to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in an effort to depurate my mind and make sense of all my reasoning on the things I cannot control, I have started this anonymous blog.  At least I'll have a place where I'll be able to say what I want, in whatever way I want to say it without the need to apologize for inconvenient words or phrases I may have spoken. And in the process, I will hopefully learn a thing or two about my limitations... and a little more about my virtues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546151178572664633-6833115051295320746?l=writingindisguise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/feeds/6833115051295320746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1546151178572664633&amp;postID=6833115051295320746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6833115051295320746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546151178572664633/posts/default/6833115051295320746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingindisguise.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-this-is-me-talking-to-myself.html' title='Talking to myself...'/><author><name>P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769765505231802654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyRnOnpAWBc/SVz0TEKqlCI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUOETlFiAWU/S220/IMG_0606_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
