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SEMESTRE TERMINA PORfis

AMIGOOOSSSSSn que creen? Faltan dos semanas para que vaya a Mexico! Habra alguien mas feliz que yo? No lo creo.

#SMM801

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AMO ESTA CANCION <3 1000%worth listening #SMM801

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Ala ya falta poco

Ala ya faltan como tres semanas y media para que regrese a casita! Creo que despues de esta mega aventura de primer semestre ya me estoy calmando. Men extraño un buen Mexico. Y la netflix ya quiero comer comida mexicana. <3<3<3<3 Bueno pues ya termina el semestresn y estoy mas pobresn que nadasn. La verdad no administre muy bien ni mi tiempo ni mi dinero. PEro aprendo para el proximo semestre. Que mas? Tengo que sacar un nuevo celular. YA QUIERO VER A MIS AMIGOS. aunque regresando a cancun no se mucho a quien... Oigan, cada vez que escucho a Mon Laferte pienso en la CDMX. Lo siento mas como casa hahahahah quien lo diria.... 

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HALLO

Que bonjour en aleman...Bueno pos que... estos días me he sentido mucho mejor de lo que esperaba. No puedo decir que mi perspectiva de las cosas ha cambiado al cien por ciento, pero puedo sentir como poco a poco me recupero. Y eso me hace muy feliz :)))) 

Pregunta para todos: ¿cuando haces daño a alguien, finges que todo sigue igual? Si haces eso, ¿no lo consideras una falta de respeto? Yo creo que si. Si no pediste una disculpa honesta y sincera y luego pretendes fingir que todo esta igual, pues eso es una falta de respeto hacia la integridad de una persona. 

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MY CURRENT OBSESSION <3

#SMM801

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Traditions make us stronger.

Today I just want to dedicate this space to post of an awesome tradition we have in my culture, which is Día De Muertos. 

In these days that I feel so far from my family, my country and my people it is reassuring to remember this beautiful tradition. 

Due to my religious beliefs, I don’t spiritually believe in this tradition, however, I can’t deny that I do love it from a cultural point of view.

I love the energy of the believers, the vibrant colors and honest smiles. I love the creativity shown and the dedication put on making the altars. I love the family love and the simple joy that you can feel while walking through Mexico’s streets.

I miss my home. I miss the WARMTH.

I am so happy that my country is growing strong on its beliefs. That it is growing proud on its identity. That it is returning to its beginnings…

The roots of this nation are connected to what I believe. I know that ancient and indigenous nations were really aware of their ancestors for one simple reason: It was an essential part of their religion. Having a connection to them was essential for their eternal and spiritual growth. I know my first parents once knew of the invaluable and original truth behind their temples.I feel so proud of being a descendant of Lehi. I know this is true and I love these sacred lands…

Dearest Mexico: Though I may be apart from you for a short period of time, I will come back to you in one way or another. I want my children to grow with the same emotional and spiritual heritage and wealth that you provided me with. So for the time being, grow strong. And so I will.

I don’t own this image.

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Could this be the start of an identity crisis?… Am I a few steps away from discovering a dramatic past?… Have I been living a lie..? 

It all started when I arrived to my new apartment…

“I thought you were Korean” Premalatha, my Indian roommate told me…

“Ha ha… no.” I answered, amused by the comment.

Nothing happened… then, as if she had aimed this statement to the perception of me and it somehow had managed to stick to it,  I started receiving these waterfall of comments saying that I looked Asian… Filipino, Korean, Thai and finally.. Jap. Actually, that was the funniest I got:

We were about to leave the party when this lady stopped me.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

“Mexico” I said in Spanish.

“Oh I thought you were Japanese” she said with a laugh.

“Oh, no. Haha. I’m Mexican.” I said laughing as well.

“Oh okay, sayonara, sayonara” She said bowing her head to me as we continued walking towards the door.

…

Funny. Two months ago, while I was still in Mexico, I would’ve promised with no hesitation that we don’t say ‘sayonara’ in Mexico. But things change fast.. Don’t they?

So, why am I getting these comments when I don’t have any asian ancestry? I have come up with a possibility… IMSS, the hospital I was born in, was accused of switching babies in the nursery rooms, giving them to the wrong parents… So what if, just what if… one of those babies was me? What if my parents are not really my parents and my real parents are looking for me…? What if I am NOT who I thought I was…? What if I have been living a lie for 22 years and I’m about to discover a dramatic past? Something that clicks and makes everything fall into sense?…

HAHAHAH. Good one… No lo creo… But it’s funny to know what people think when they first see you, isn’t it?

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This is currently No. 7 on my playlist. 

I feel like I’m starting to find the way back which is good news <3

Enjoy.

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Introducirse en un ambiente con personas totalmente ajenas siempre será un reto para un introvertido. Al principio, la tarea te drena; después, si no logras establecer lazos de confianza terminará confinándote a los limites de tu mundo interior.

Esta semana fue mi primera en el nuevo apartamento. Estuvo bien. Sin mayores, pero tengo que admitir que mis entrañas claman impacientemente por amigos. El no tener alguien con quien desahogar la cantidad de pensamientos y sentimientos que cruzan mi mente hiper-activa nubla mis intentos de mantener estable mi balance emocional.

El domingo, después de participar de los Sacramentos y decirle a Dios que me sentía sola, llegamos a la casa. Cada quien iba a preparar su comida, pero honestamente, eso se me hace ridículo cuando vivimos bajo el mismo techo… Así que sugerí prepararlos juntas. Lo hicimos.

Comimos y reímos. Me sentí cómoda y supe que me habían escuchado.

Aun con eso, las barreras no han caído; pero esta comida le agrega un sentido de familia, una calidez ansiada que no es exclusiva a mi… No importa. Mejorará. Pero que bueno, esto realmente lo esperaba…

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These past few days I’ve been pondering on this amazing phrase I heard somewhere... it said, “light chases away darkness”. As soon as I heard it, a picture came to my mind. It was one of those dark, cold rooms that you can find in a Nordic castle, with the windows covered in long, velveted, burgundy curtains that confine light to an outer, unknown world. The stone walls make the room even colder and as soon as you enter you get this oppressing feeling inside your chest... But, even in the bleak darkness there is something that stands out, you focus your vision and you see that as much as the curtains try to shut the light out there is always a ray of sweet light that filters somewhere in. You approach to it, you feel drawn and as soon as you come near it a smile appears on your face. Then, you rush and open the curtains. Light, sweet and warm light dashes in...

Light, has a hunger to chase away darkness... Light will always dash through the space given and will try to cover the most. Light will illuminate and warm its surroundings with constancy. Light will never fail because light will always chase away darkness, but darkness will never be able to chase away light.

The speed of light is the fastest speed known in the universe. If you were traveling at its speed you would be able to cover the circumference of the earth 7.5 times approximately in one second. So yes, light is eager not to just chase away darkness, but enlighten the space. 

Have you ever noticed how we feel naturally drawn to light? Yes, that is our nature. We feel attracted to it. Even if we say we like darkness there’s always a light that takes our attention with it. Sometimes it’s the artificial light we turn on to find something, sometimes it’s the screen of our cellphones. But we are always seeking this. And that is because, in light there is progress. With light we can learn, create, explore and live! Because there is light we can rest at nights. With it we can find truth, feel warm and be happy. Light will always be a relief and light will always be needed...

There exists a different kind of light that even though sharing the same qualities differs in purpose as it serves a higher one. Jesus Christ said, “Behold, I am Jesus Christ [...] the light which shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not.” I affirm that Jesus Christ, as He said, is the light of this world. But Jesus not only provides light, he gives life to matter. Jesus is eager to enlighten us, or in other words, to give us life. The same way we feel drawn to natural or artificial light, our spirits have a natural disposition to seek Him. We actually feel drawn to Him, to the concept of Him, to His mission and to His life. In our darkest times and inside the most dreadful dark zones of our mind we feel drawn to His vision of us, because inside these dark rooms and cold stone walls, this precious ray of light provides hope, warmth and power.

We can trust that The Light of this world will always do His part. He will eagerly rush to us. He will be hungry to do so, he will warm and uplift us. He won’t use artificial means to help us as He is not artificial and there exists no such thing that can replace or even shadow Him. He will always do his part. But just as we had to walk through that room to open the curtains, we have to walk through our own rooms to open the door and clear the way for Him. 

The reward is obvious, our decision is not. But I personally much prefer to open the door and let Him shine in.

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Timing, decisions and perspective...

These past two weeks I’ve been thinking on how to handle things but for some reason my mind is still wandering... 

However, I do believe this season is carrying good timing in the air. It smells like possibilities, it’s actually impregnated with them. 

I don’t mind making decisions but I have to admit I feel a bit nervous about it. In this precise moment I need heavenly perspective above everything else.

So in the end, who would’ve thought these three words would demand my attention once again? Not that they’re not right. But I didn’t want to admit they were...