Facebook suicide

I've deactivated my personal Facebook account. It feels friggin' awesome...

The weather blues...

I should be continuing the previous post, but I have absolutely no energy at the moment. Will finish it as soon as I feel like it, there will be some good recommendations there, hopefully.
On another note, why oh why does it have to rain tomorrow?

Stupid stupid.

Great walking shoes

Here cometh a little recommendation from me to you. I have been walking home from work almost every day since March (Except for a 6 week vacation hiatus, 2 weeks of which I jogged daily. The other 4 were spent in Barcelona, where jogging isn't really an option in the summer heat. I did, however, manage to walk a lot around the city.). The walk is 10 kilometers, the majority being on asphalt.
It is part of my exercise regimen, as I am preparing for something major (but secret... sssshhh!). I have had minor back problems for many years, but even though the problems have been minor, the pain has, at times, been severe. I have also noticed that when I walk a lot on asphalt I do get knee pain. Which, considering the impact of the hard surface, is normal.
I had heard about MBTs, but I wasn't really willing to pay the big bucks for those, especially when living outside the production country. They are next to impossible to encounter online and I would've had to pay import tax/duties on them anyway.
Behold the Skechers Shape-Up. I started reading reviews online and quickly found out that, even though they were inferior in quality, considering the price difference, they were well worth it. I decided to take a risk and ordered my first pair online, on the Victoria's Secret website.

*First draft, will continue post tomorrow...

Eugenio Recuenco

By far my favorite photographer, here are some of my favorite shots (I think they are all from the same editorial):

His site

More drama

Translation: I miss you. I don't want you to be like this with me. :(


It is tempting to answer. It really is. But I shouldn't, I really shouldn't. So I won't. But no holds barred right here!
First of all, I am not "like that". You have been "like that", deeming my reaction natural and in proportion to your behavior. Second of all... YOU miss ME? You gotta be kidding me. How the hell did I act when we met, eh? That's right, like a lovesick puppy. I have had a crappy year and this seemed like the only real highlight I would have, but you went and shit all over that, didn't you? Resulting in more crap.
It takes a whoooole lot more than a lousy Facebook message or two for me to even talk to you. I'm talking getting-on-my-knees-and-apologizing type shit. But you need to realize this on your own, this is something I have absolutely no intention of telling you.
I need to know you care, because, as of late, all you have shown me is that you don't give a shit.

You don't know what you have done. No sabes lo que has hecho.

That's a fact, you don't. If you knew, if you could possibly imagine, if you had the faintest idea of the impact that your carelessness has had on me, then you'd never ever even consider acting the way you did. You told me I hurt you when I didn't come see you.

I hurt YOU?? YOU were hurt by ME???
You have no idea, do you? No idea that I have spent hours crying because of you and your behaviour. I really want to hate you but I can't. The only hope I have is that you will regret what you have done, how you have acted and somehow come crawling back.

But I know too well that you'll never do that.
Fuck.


Así es. Si hubieras sabido, si hubieras podido imaginar, si hubieras tenido alguna idea del impacto del descuido tuyo sobre mí, no habrías hecho ni considerado hacer lo que hiciste. Me dijiste que te dolía yo por no venir a verte.


TE dolía YO?????
No tienes ni puta idea, verdad? Ni idea que he llorado por horas por ti y tu manera de ser. Quiero odiarte. De verdad, quiero odiarte, pero no lo puedo. Mi unica esperanza es que vas a lamentarlo, lo que has hecho y venir a mi lado, disculpandote un millón de veces.


Pero ya lo se que esto no pasará.
Joder.

Golden girl

I've been thinking about getting my hands on some gold nail polish for a long time now, but I've kinda laid it on the back burner as I'm not a big nail polish person. Then, today I was checking out Elin Kling's blog and saw, amongst others, this picture:

Well, technically it isn't polish, but some type of foil. I will still try to replicate it with polish. It looks deliciously good.